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“Your tongue is making me see stars, Chloe. Can you take a little for me, baby girl?” Ryker presses his hips forward at the same time Ronan bottoms out, and I feel so impossibly full I can barely make sense of where I end and they begin.

I gag when he presses against the back of my throat, and he retreats immediately, giving me a few seconds to catch my breath before slipping back between my lips.

I’m overwhelmed in the best way, every nerve ending firing with pleasure as they find a rhythm that works for them.

Ryker pushes to the back of my throat again, holding himself in place as I lap at the underside of his cock. “Take a deep breath for me, and then I want you to swallow when you feel like you’re going to gag. Can you do that for me, Chlo?”

I nod around him, my eyes watering as Ronan’s thrusts increase in intensity, driving us both closer to release.

Following Ryker’s instructions, I pull in a breath as he presses forward, forcing my body to relax as I swallow around the head of his cock, and this time I don’t gag.

A guttural moan fills the quiet alongside the slap of Ronan’s thighs hitting my ass with every thrust.

Ryker slips into my throat with ease, holding himself there for a handful of seconds before retreating to allow me to breathe.

He repeats the process again, this time slipping deeper, but he never looks away from my eyes. He knows when I need a break, even before I do, and never fails to notice when my body begins to panic.

“I’m close,” Ronan warns from behind me, his thrusts becoming shorter and more urgent with each retreat. His fingers find my clit, driving me closer to the edge I’ve been riding since they slipped inside me.

“You ready to be filled with our cum, Siren?” Ryker asks, swiping a bead of precum along my bottom lip as he gives himself a few brutal pumps.

“Yes,” I whine. “Please.”

“Holy fuck,” Ronan rumbles.

“Such a perfect little set of holes for us, aren’t you, baby girl?”

His words are all it takes to throw me over the edge into an orgasm unlike any I’ve ever had. Dark spots burst into my vision, my body locking tight around Ronan as he shouts his own release.

Ryker slips between my lips, pumping his hand over his length as I desperately lap at the head, and he doesn’t make me wait long. Thick ropes of cum land across my tongue, and I swallow them greedily, unwilling to waste a single drop of his release.

“Look at you, so desperate to take our cum. You’re perfect to be shared, Siren. Perfect to be used like the pretty little whore you are.”

I sob as fresh waves of release wash over me.

Ronan throbs inside me, holding himself as deep as he can get as his fingers clutch my ass so tight I’m sure I’ll have fingerprints bruised into the soft flesh when we wake up.

We collapse in a pile, our bodies spent from the intense pleasure.

They each drop a kiss to my bare skin as they catch their breath, and I curl against Ryker, fatigue weighing down on me.

I may have been struggling to sleep before, but I doubt I’m going to have any trouble after that workout.

“You’re perfect, Siren.”

I smile against his bare chest, reveling in the way Ronan wraps around my back.

A door slams somewhere in the cabin, and they each chuckle.

“Which one do you think it was?” Ronan asks.

“Damon for sure. That guy has been repressing his need for our girl for most of his life by the sound of it.”

Our girl.

I repeat the words over and over as I allow sleep to drag me under, not bothering to rein in my hopeful heart.

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE