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I heard Greer in the background, coming closer… “Hold my drink, slave. I want you to see what could happen if you’re good boys. Are you listenin’ to me, Corey?”
Fuck yeah.
We were bringing out the heavy artillery tonight.
“Y-yes, Dominus,” Corey stammered.
Kingsley and I broke from each other to catch our breaths, and I pushed myself up so he could remove his hoodie and unbutton his jeans.
Noa’s scream pierced the air, and both Kingsley and I looked over there for fuel. And fuck me if the scene didn’t turn me on beyond belief. I wanted to trace every spike on that paddle with my fingers, to feel the sharpness of the metal that Lucian brought down on Noa’s sweet little bottom with each smack. The dark wood of the paddle gleamed in the low light, the spikes even more so.
The sight of Shay drew me in too, and I groaned under my breath as Kingsley cupped my cock through my underwear. Shay’s tattoos were such a stark contrast against the untouched bits. His pale, perfect ass, his thighs, parts of his sides—and how greedily Reese and River grabbed at him. How they used him.
How they owned him.
Colt joined Greer, and the two stripped down to boxer briefs before they trailed over to Santiago. I didn’t miss the subtle nod they exchanged with Dean, to which Santiago gave his man a sharp look.
I smirked and captured Kingsley’s mouth with mine again. We didn’t have much time left.
“Holy fuck,” Macklin blurted out.
“Don’t even try fightin’ it,” Colt murmured.
“You asked for this,” Dean said. “I want you on your knees for…everyone.”
Fuck me.
Kingsley cursed into the kiss, and I swept my tongue around his. This is it. We heard them moving over to us. Colt and Greer controlled Santiago’s movements, acting as his guards who made sure he couldn’t run away.
They forced Santiago down on his knees close to where Kingsley and I were, and we took our cue. We crawled over to him and started removing his clothes, piece by piece. I took off his belt and handed it to Greer, who folded it and wrapped it around his fist.
“You better not treat me like a sub,” Santiago growled.
I grabbed his jaw in a tight grip and leaned in slowly. “You wanted to get fucked? You get fucked on our terms.” I kissed him softly.
This was the man Noa had called Daddy before I’d finally gotten my head out of my ass. Before Noa had knocked sense into me—repeatedly.
I didn’t feel an ounce of jealousy—instead, the opposite. My boy had had a good play partner. As had Cam. They’d had Santiago and Sloan. They’d comforted our boys, they’d offered to reach out to Lucian and me, and they’d eased Cam’s and Noa’s misery. How could I be anything but grateful?
Colt fisted Santiago’s hair and held him in place, and I coaxed his tongue out with my own. Santiago shuddered and stopped being so tense. I closed my eyes for maybe a second—or three or four, whatever—and that was enough for the scene to have changed when I opened them again.
Colt and Greer were making out, Dean and Walker had joined us, and Lucas and Sloan were filming.
“Please, S-Sir,” Noa sobbed. “Owww!”
I drew a deep breath and sat back on my heels, my chest expanding with carnal desire and the air thick with sex and moans. Shay’s choked cries and Noa’s breathless screams made me rock hard, and it was as if Kingsley sensed it. He positioned himself behind me, kissed my neck, and pulled out my cock.
I knew he wasn’t going to engage with anybody else, but we had enough material to push Tate outside his comfort zone.
“Take my brother’s cock, love,” Dean murmured to Santiago.
Walker stepped forward, cock in hand, and Santiago didn’t hesitate. He sucked Walker in, and Colt kept his hand in Santiago’s hair. White knuckles, tight grip, the way it was supposed to be.
Everyone around us watching was losing their clothes. So were we. Boxer briefs were tossed aside.
Cam cried out his orgasm.
I sucked in a breath and peered down at Kingsley’s hand working my cock.
