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“”It’s the asscrack of dawn on a Saturday fucking morning. Turn it off,” Nox rumbles, and I open my eyes, looking over Ant to find Nox with his face in his pillow.

Giggling, I untangle myself as I try to extract myself from the bed. Our bed. I try to climb over Ant, but he grabs my waist, a squeak leaving me as he pulls me down on top of his very hard morning wood.

“Where do you think you’re going, Bloom?” He asks, his voice sleep roughed, his blue eyes twinkly with mischief that I love seeing on him.

“I have to get the kids’ breakfast sorted—” He curls up, his lips seeking mine but I dodge him. “Ant! Morning breath!”

“Fuck morning breath,” he states, then his lips are on mine, his hand in my hair as he brings me down with him.

Warmth blossoms into heat as his tongue tangles with mine, and he’s right. Fuck morning breath. Because if this is how I get to wake up every morning, sign me up.

His kiss is all possession mixed in with affection, and it’s only when he groans deep that I realise that I am grinding down on his hard length, currently trapped in his boxers, with my bare pussy because of course I forgot knickers last night.

“Put me inside you, Bloom,” He commands, pausing just long enough to issue the order before his lips are on mine again.

My hands reach between us, and I take him out, whimpering when I feel his hot, hard, silky length in my hand. By touch alone, I bring him to my already damp core.

“Hang on, Princess,” Nox says from behind me, and I gasp as cold, wet lube is drizzled over my hand and Ant’s dick.

My chest expands, my heart feeling too full for words that he remembered I need the extra help to take them with little prep. Using my hand, I smear the lube over Ant’s dick, swallowing his deep moans because he’s not stopped kissing me. I notch him at my opening, then remove my hand and slowly start to sink down.

“Fuck, Bloom,” Ant rasps against my lips. “You’re so hot and tight.”

“Ant,” I gasp as he flexes his hips upwards, sinking deeper. Fingers on my clit have me moaning, and I break away from Ant’s kiss to see they’re bronze. Nox.

“Just lending a helping hand to my brother,” Nox states, his voice deep and the sound of it has me shivering. “Then I’m going to prep you to take both of us, okay, Princess?”

“B-both of you?” I can barely get the words out because I’m already building to an orgasm. Ant’s not deep, but he keeps hitting a spot that has my toes curling.

“Ant will stay in the sweet pussy,” Nox tells me, as Ant sinks deeper with the next thrust. “And I’ll fill this delicious ass.”

Fingers toy with my puckered hole and I gasp, then moan because although the sensation is new, it’s far from unpleasant.

“I’ve never—oh god—I’ve never done that before,” I manage to stammer out as Ant sinks all the way inside me and holds still, letting me adjust.

“But you want to?” Ant asks, his jaw firm as Nox’s fingers enter my arse and I clench around Ant. “You want Nox filling up your ass while I fuck your pretty little pussy?”

I lick my lips, the dual sensations that Nox’s fingers are causing scrambling my brain.

“I-um-yes, fuck yes!” The last is a cry as I come hard, squirting all over Ant, sparks flying from my pussy all across my body.

I’m shaking, my climax taking me by surprise, when Nox sinks a finger inside my arse, and Ant beings to move, using his grip on my hips to bring me up and down on his dick, like I’m his own personal fuck toy.

And I am so here for it.

“Such a perfect Princess for us,” Nox praises, adding another finger inside me. “I can feel Ant’s dick you know, and he’ll be able to feel my piercings when I’m inside you.”

“Oh god,” I breathe, the image, the thought that they’ll be almost rubbing up against each other doing something to me.

“You like that, Bloom? Knowing I’ll be feeling my friends dick while we fuck you?” Ant grits out, hits fingers digging into my flesh and no doubt leaving bruises, ones that I’ll wear with pride and admire later.

“Y-yes,” I moan, my eyes closing because it’s all just so much.

“Take over on her clit, Steele,” Nox instructs, and I peek my lids open to find Steele awake, watching with his pupils blown so his irises look practically black.

“With pleasure,” he rumbles, Nox’s hand leaving from between Ant and I to be replaced by Steele’s moments later.

A hand in between my shoulder blades forces me down on top of Ant, still connected with him, but my arse up in the air.