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“I have to admit, the idea of filling you with so much cum it’s dripping out of you for days does have its appeal, Sparrow.” Ronan’s voice drags my attention to his heated green eyes.

“Is that what you want, Mama? Do you want us to take turns fucking your pretty pussy until you’re dripping with us?”

I suck in a breath and nod.

“Well, we better get started then.” Kingston’s fingers drag through my aching heat. “We don’t want our girl being empty, do we?”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

KINGSTON

NOW

I’ve never shared a woman before, and it was never something I expected I would do in my lifetime. But this is what Chloe needs, and if I was willing to spend a decade building a life for her, this seems easy in comparison.

I won’t lie and say I wasn’t jealous as hell in the beginning, because I wanted her all to myself. I wanted everything. Every moan, every cry of pleasure, and every single orgasm she would have for the rest of her life. But that jealousy disappeared when we were faced with her dying.

Our petty squabbling and distaste for one another no longer mattered.

Giving Chloe the life she wants became the priority, and the idea that she’ll never have to be alone, that one of us will always be able to be with her, protecting her, will never be a bad thing.

And honestly, I think there’s a chance I’ve misconstrued my own jealousy from the beginning. Because when I think about watching Ronan and Ryker share her at the cabin, sure, I was jealous that I wouldn’t be able to touch her, but I was also turned on as hell.

I’ve never wanted anything more than I wanted to be a part of that scene with them, giving her more pleasure than she could possibly handle.

That’s what tonight is about.

Circling her clit in tight motions, I lock eyes with Ryker and tilt my head to bring him closer.

He rounds the couch, approaching us with golden eyes full of heat. The way he watches Chloe at the best of times can only be described as primal, but right now he looks like he wants to eat her alive.

Without having to be instructed, he drops to his knees in front of her, bringing him to eye level with her.

“You doing okay, Siren?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “I need more.”

He chuckles. “You might regret saying that once this is all over.”

Not giving her a chance to respond, he leans forward and presses his lips to hers in a savage kiss.

Chloe’s hips grind against me, her perky ass pressed against my cock and driving me closer to the edge. I’d like to say I have complete confidence in my ability to not embarrass myself, but when it comes to Chloe, I’m almost always holding on for dear fucking life.

His fingers thread through her hair, holding her to him as he kisses her hungrily. “You taste so fucking good, Siren,” he groans, nipping at the swollen pillows. “I’ll never get enough of these lips.”

I keep a steady rhythm on her clit, driving her higher as Ryker kisses her like he can’t breathe without her lips on his.

His other hand wraps around the front of her throat, applying the perfect amount of pressure to make her whine with need, and I can’t help but dip my fingers lower, pressing into her clenching pussy.

I groan. “So fucking wet and tight, Mama. You’re going to feel so good around our cocks.”

“Jesus,” Damon hisses as the sound of rustling fabric fills the room.

“You look so pretty like this, Chloe,” Ronan praises. “You’re going to give us everything we need, aren’t you, Sparrow?”

“Yes,” she whimpers against Ryker’s lips.

I thrust a second finger alongside the first, pumping into her in a slow and steady rhythm, keeping pressure on her front wall to bring her closer to the edge.