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Removing my hand from Ronan’s dick, I pull back, breaking my kiss with Silas to stare into his eyes. His pupils are wide, lips swollen as he stares right back at me. Not looking away, I respond, “Yes.”

“We don’t want to cross any lines, Little Moth,” Lucian continues, a seriousness to his tone.

“We need you to tell us what it is you want,” Ronan adds.

I go to turn my head so I can face Lucian, but Silas grabs my chin, keeping me in place.

Swallowing, I stare up at his face, sensing he needs to read the truth of my words in my eyes.

“I want to have sex,” I state bluntly. “With all of you.” I let those words land. Let Silas see that I mean them before I gently pull out of his grip so I can look at both Ronan and Lucian. I want them to know that I have no doubts. “Not necessarily all at once, or all of you right now.”

“Jesus,” Ronan chokes, while Lucian grins lasciviously.

“Baby, the fact you have it all on the table has the filthiest of thoughts going through my mind right now.”

Smacking him up the back of the head, Ronan fixes me with a serious expression despite the lust darkening his gleaming hazel eyes. “We want all of it with you, sweetheart. Every piece. We will take it at whatever pace you need. We’re yours.”

Surging forward, I grasp the front of Ronan’s shirt and pull his lips to mine. Caught up in a heated kiss where I convey everything I don’t know how to put into words, I push on his shoulders and twist until he’s lying on the bed, and I’m straddling him.

His sweats are caught around his knees, his dick pressed against the length of my pussy as I grind down on him. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips. For the first time, his kiss isn’t tempered or controlled. Beneath my touch, Ronan Sterling comes undone, and I soak up every beautiful second of it.

I work us both over until we’re panting heavily. Sweat lines my skin and dots his forehead when I lift enough to line him up with my entrance. Holding his stare, my lips part in a silent gasp as I sink down on his length.

“Jesus Christ,” he curses, eyes going wide as his hold turns bruising. “You’re strangling my dick.”

There’s a choked laugh from behind me. “Why are you complaining, dude?” Lucian jests.

“Not complaining,” Ronan grunts, thrusting shallowly. “You feel fucking amazing.”

“So do you.” I can barely get the words out. My fingers curl into his chest, leaving crescent moon marks. Pleasure dances along my spine as I adjust to his size. Rocking my hips, he sinks deeper into me, one inch at a time.

It feels like it takes an age before my pelvis meets his, and I blow out a breath. I’ve never felt so full. So complete. So utterly content.

As if sensing how emotionally wrecked I am, Silas shuffles closer. His fingers tuck beneath my chin, lifting my face to his. He studies me as though he needs to check I’m okay.

I offer him a soft smile. I’ve never been so okay. Leaning in, I press my lips to his. Balanced precariously, I intend for it to be brief, but he sinks his hand into my hair, holding me in place as he slides his tongue along mine, deepening it.

It’s exactly what I need. I feel my whole body relax, accepting Ronan inside of me.

Arms band around me from behind, Lucian moving to support and hold me in place while Ronan thrusts up into me. I groan into Silas’s mouth while rocking on Ronan’s cock.

Surrounded by the three of them, I’m at home.

When Lucian moves to rub my clit, it’s all I need. I feel Ronan swell inside me as I go flying off the cliff and into oblivion.

When I return to Earth, I land safely in the arms of the men that I am quickly falling in love with. And perhaps that should scare me, but I’ve never been more confident of anything in my life.

34

LUCIAN

The limo isRonan’s idea.So is the fancy-ass suit he ordered for me. Apparently, the one I pull out for games isn’t ‘sufficient’.Rich people, man.

I will admit I look pretty fucking good, though. However, I’m far more excited to see what my little moth is wearing. I bet she’s going to look sexy as sin.

If she ever makes an appearance, since she’s currently ten minutes late, and I’m one second away from breaking into her apartment to find out what the hell is taking so long.

“She’s fine,” Ronan says without looking up from his phone. We’re waiting outside her apartment building, the limousine lingering at the curb behind us.