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Marly shook her head. “You’re not pissing me off, either. Why do you want to do it, Heather?”

She twisted her hands together. Dammit, it shouldn’t be this hard.

“It’s time.” She struggled to push the words out.

“Heather, you’re not ready.” Sarah’s voice was regretful, firm.

“They’re breaking my heart, goddammit. I have to do something.” Tears welled in her eyes. She knew what they needed, knew what broke the desperate distance that occurred between the men when the demons rose so bleak and cold inside them. “All of them, Sarah. I can’t bear it. I can’t bear how much I need them, anymore than I can stand their need any longer.”

Marly smiled. A slow, gentle smile that eased the desperate fear filling her.

“Let’s get started then. And don’t balk because of the preparations it takes, it makes it easier for you, and for them.”

Balk? She was horrified. An anal douche? Lubricant? She stood inside the bathroom an hour later, the inflatable butt plug once again inserted, inflated to its farthest width. She had showered, shaved, paid special attention to making her cunt as soft, as smooth as possible, and berated herself for her shaking hands as she pulled her robe on quickly.

Stepping back into her own room, she faced the two women who sat cross-legged on her bed, waiting on her.

“Do you realize how depraved this is?” she asked, her voice breaking as she fought for control.

“You’ll love it.” Marly waved her hand dismissively. “I promise, there is nothing more seductive, more pleasurable than those three men concentrating on you, and on your pleasure. You’ll be begging for it again tomorrow.”

Heather looked at her in horror. “God, this is so unreal.” She trembled, unable to believe she was taking the final step, actually preparing to…

A tingle shot up her spine, the base of her neck, and covered her scalp as she shivered in anticipation.

“Be sure, Heather,” Sarah advised her. “If you even think it’s not what you want, they’ll know, and they’ll pull back. It will hurt them more if you’re forcing this.”

“Forcing it?” she questioned roughly. “Sarah, I’m so hot I might come before I get down the stairs, and that terrifies me.”

“Don’t do that.” Marly laughed. “Save your energy. I promise, you’ll need it tonight…”

“Not to mention in the morning, tomorrow night, the night after, takes them a while to get their fill.” Sarah was laughing with Marly as they glanced at each other in amusement.

“That’s not possible,” Heather whispered, horrified. “No man can go like that…”

“Oh Heather, you don’t know the August brothers well enough.” Sarah shook her head with amused regret. “Trust me, each of them can go three times a day at the least and never blink. Stamina hardly comes close.”

She swallowed tightly. “Will it hurt?” She could barely still the tremor in her voice. Damn, she was too nervous.

“Any pain you feel will be so damned good, you’ll beg for more.” Marly sighed. “I still say Cade doesn’t deserve it, though. He should suffer, for days.”

“He was protecting you, Marly,” Sarah murmured. “You know that.”

“I don’t need his protection.” She propped her elbow on her knee and regarded Heather solemnly as her chin sat atop her fist. “They try too hard to protect us. It’s their greatest flaw. Sometimes, you have to kick them, hard, to make them stop.”

Heather stood uncomfortably in the middle of the room, waiting for the plug in her rear to ease her muscles. They had told her before she went to the bathroom that it was essential to give her body time to adjust. They loved anal sex as dearly as they did vaginal, and Marly had warned it that it was possible, entirely possible that each of them would need her there before the night was out.

“I think I’m scared,” she finally said as she fought to control her breathing, the hard beat of her heart.

“No you’re not,” Marly assured her softly. “Not really. It’s like being a virgin all over again. The unknown is the scariest part. The actual act is more beautiful than you can imagine. This isn’t fucking, Heather. It’s loving, and I promise, you’ll understand that when it’s over.”

“If I survive it?” she joked nervously.

“You’ll survive it,” Sarah promised with a smile. “Now, it’s been an hour. If the worst of the pinching is gone, then you’re ready to go downstairs.”

And it was. The fiery tightness in her rear had all but eased, just leaving her feeling stretched, full.

“Here, take this.” Marly rushed to the closet and jerked a small satin comforter from the shelf there. “Take off the robe and go to them wrapped in this. Trust me, they’ll love it.”

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