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“Our faces are your throne, but not for that,” I chuckle, pushing my fingers inside her slick entrance. “Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this. I need you, baby. Please say yes. Just once tell us you actually want us.”

Noor moans as Ci sucks on her clit, and I worry she’s too lost in the sensations we’re putting her through. I can’t see enough of her in her hoodie, but I leave it on to keep her warm. Alastair comes closer to slide his fingers through her hair, staring at her in a way none of us have ever allowed ourselves to.

“Are you going to go soft on me too?” Noor asks.

He smirks cruelly, but says, “It’s not going soft if I’m still an asshole to everyone but you, Noor.”

His lips slide over hers, forcing her mouth to open as he kisses her. The sounds of her arousal as I pump my fingers inside her cunt grow louder, almost becoming pornographic, and Noor moans as Ci sucks harder on her clit.

The three of us have been down since we saw her at the courthouse, and Alastair even refused to take a call tonight from his father. The road to redemption is long and twisted, but we can have tonight.

We can have Noor.

“Damn, you make a pretty sight,” I say reverently. Pulling down my sweatpants, I press my naked erection between her legs. Her arousal is sliding past my fingers plugging her cunt, and down her thighs to give me the perfect slip and slide to thrust against. “I need you to say yes, baby.”

Alastair comes up for air, his pupils blown with desire.

“It might help if I let her talk, huh?” he grumbles, pushing her hoodie up so that he can suck on her tits. Noor’s whine is fucking incredible as we overload her senses, and I feel her walls clench around me.

“Are you going to come for us?” I croon. “Or am I going to have to edge an answer out of you?”

Ciaran huffs out a laugh, and the vibration against the sensitive part of her body makes Noor’s body shudder.

“Fuck,” she gasps. “The three of you are overwhelming on a bad day. I don’t know what to do with you now.”

“Enjoy it,” I reply. “We’re done being assholes.”

Noor drops her head against my shoulder as I slide my dick against her thigh. I have to squat a little to be able to do this, but I don’t give a fuck. She’s in my arms, her muscles are beginning to tremble as she gets closer to her release, and she’s no longer running from us.

I’ll take it.

“I can’t. Draven,” she wails.

“Can’t what, baby?” I tease, my fingers curling inside of her. I have long fingers, perfect for finding the special, squishy spot inside of her.

“Uhh, God,” she moans, her eyes closing as we torture her in the best of ways.

“Hmm. I guess that works too. Do you want to come on my cock or my fingers?” I ask her.

“It would be nice to actually have a say,” she says, her head pressing against my jaw as she squirts liquid all over my fingers. It’s not quite an orgasm, I can tell.

Maybe it’s like precum, ya know? Whatever it is, we aren’t there yet.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” Ci groans. His chin is shiny in the moonlight, covered in her arousal.

“So have a say, Noor,” Alastair says, raising his face from her chest. “What do you want?”

“For Draven to fuck me,” she whispers. Her eyes open to look up at me, and there are shadows there that I don’t understand.

“Whatever you want, baby,” I promise. “Can Ci keep sucking on your needy clit?”

I’ve long stopped holding her wrists, and Noor rubs her hand over Ci’s head. It’s starting to grow back, but it’s dark fuzz for now.

“Yes, please,” she says.

He doesn’t even appear annoyed by it as he grins, “So polite and shit. Give me your dick, Draven.”

Noor can’t help but laugh as I remove my fingers from her cunt, and I grin in satisfaction as she tries to keep me in.