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“All of us?”
“Yes.”
Callum bites my shoulder. Dante resumes circling me. Rhys drives upward. Callum thrusts deep behind me. The third bell tolls. Pleasure detonates through my body. I scream. Not one name. All three.
“Rhys!”
His control breaks.
“Dante!”
The Devil groans and covers my hand with his, guiding it around him.
“Callum!”
The Scarecrow roars against my shoulder. My body clenches around both men, every pulse making them move harder until I can’t distinguish where one ends and the other begins. Dante finishes across my fingers and stomach with my name on his lips. Rhys follows beneath me, his forehead pressed between my breasts. Callum holds himself back until the others stop. Of course he does. Possessive asshole. He begins to withdraw. I reach behind me and grab his arm.
“No.”
He freezes.
“Sloane.”
“You didn’t finish.”
“That doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me.”
Rhys lifts his head. Dante watches in silence. I look over my shoulder at the Scarecrow.
“Your turn isn’t over.”
Something savage moves behind his mask. Callum pulls me carefully away from Rhys and turns me toward him. The movement leaves me kneeling between his thighs. He replaces the protection, then draws me onto his lap. Chest to chest. My legs wrap around his waist. His arms lock around me.
“Color?”
“Green.”
“Mine?”
I touch the stitched mouth of his mask.
“For tonight.”
His hand fists in my hair.
“And tomorrow?”
I lower myself onto his large thick cock, Callum’s head falls back.
“You’ll have to earn tomorrow.”
I ride him slowly. Rhys and Dante move to either side of us. They don’t touch. They watch. Callum’s attention never leaves my face.
“You invited me,” I whisper.
He grips my hips.
