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“Kiss me, baby,” he tells me, his hand sliding into my hair and tugging on the strands as I move to hover over him.

There’s a slight pressure against my ass before Silas’s finger pushes inside, and after a moment, he begins to move it in time with Lucian’s shallow thrusts.

Goosebumps pebble along my skin, a feeling like nothing I’ve experienced before building low in my core.

“Oh, God,” I groan. My legs tremble, my breathing choppy as I struggle to contain this mounting pressure.

Soon, Silas’s finger is replaced with something bigger. Something wider. The initial burn only intensifies the pleasure, and knowing I have both of them inside me makes me come. My entire body shakes with the force of my release.

They don’t give me any reprieve, the two of them easily finding a rhythm that works for all of us as they begin to push me back up that peak.

There’s one more person missing, though.

I look Ronan’s way. His hazel eyes are blown wide with desire as he watches the three of us, his hand already wrapped around his cock.

“You want to suck on my dick while my best friends, my teammates, fuck you?” he asks, looking like he’s begging for the answer to be yes.

Which, obviously, it is.

I can’t think of anything I’d rather do.

I nod, licking my lips as saliva pools in my mouth.

Smirking, he swings a leg over the bench, standing above Lucian’s head.

“Your legs better not give out when she sucks the cum from your balls,” Lucian warns, earning a scoff from Ronan before he focuses his attention on me.

“Open that pretty mouth for me, Little Serpent.”

Being the good girl that I am, I do.

My lips part, and I watch hungrily as he brings his cock to my mouth.

I flick my tongue out, tasting the bead of precum, before he slowly guides it into my mouth. Hollowing out my cheeks, I wrapmy tongue around him as I suck him as deeply as I can. He hisses as he slides down my throat.

All words are lost, the room filling with the sounds of our pleasure. Moans. Groans. The sound of skin on skin. It’s intoxicating and erotic. Heady in a hedonistic way.

Silas comes first, pulling out at the last second to explode over my back and ass. Ronan is next, and I swallow his cum, before he pulls out. He replaces his cock with his lips, no doubt tasting himself on me as his tongue tangles with mine, his kiss bruising.

Fingers rub over my clit as Lucian thrusts erratically, nearing his own release.

I am on the cusp of a third one, myself, and when Ronan tugs on my hair and Silas pinches my clit, I explode on a cry, collapsing onto Lucian as he finds his own release.

The four of us collapse into a sweaty, panting heap, and when I finally catch my breath, I only have one question on my mind.

“When can we do that again?”

24

WREN

The now familiarblack sedan idles at the curb as I step outside, with its engine purring and soft tendrils of exhaust curling in the crisp morning air. It’s one of those days when the sky is bright blue, but your breath fogs in front of your face with every exhale.

Ronan leans against the driver’s side door, bundled in his thick winter coat, arms crossed over his broad chest, and head tilted just slightly as he watches me approach. Through the car window, I can see Silas sitting in the back passenger seat, a travel mug cupped between his hands, head leaning back against the headrest as he listens to Lucian chatting away from the front seat, where he has his chair reclined nearly all the way back.

A blush creeps up my chest at seeing the three of them. Especially after last night.

That dream…