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“Lay her on the rug,” I order softly.

If this is what she wants, I’m going to give it to her, but it will be on my terms, making sure she’s not exerting herself any further tonight.

She’s done more than enough.

They work together, first tipping her forward onto Ryker’s chest so Ronan can move out of the way, and then they lay her down until her body is spread across the rug and she’s staring at Damon with the same love she looks at the rest of us.

I don’t know how the four of us got so fucking lucky.

We’re the villains in her story, each of us hurting her in some way to bring us to this moment, but she loves us anyway. She’s handed us her heart and her body without hesitation, and we’re going to spend the rest of our lives doing everything we can to be worthy of her.

Ryker kisses her slowly, his lips gliding over hers as she drags her nails down his back.

I don’t know how she could possibly still need more, but that’s just another reason she needed all of us.

Our girl is insatiable, and it’ll take the four of us to keep her satisfied.

He murmurs something against her lips, and her bottom lip trembles slightly before she responds just as quietly.

Pressing one last kiss to her lips, he sits back, and I quickly take his place, sliding right into my favorite place in the world.

A deep groan escapes my throat as I lower over her, holding myself deep inside her perfect pussy as I trail soft kisses over her cheek and down her throat.

“You feel so good, Mama,” I murmur. “So fucking perfect.”

“King,” she whimpers as she wraps her arms around me and holds me to her tight.

“I’ve got you, baby girl.”

I drag my hips back before thrusting in harder this time, unable to help myself. The need to make love to her is just as strong as my need to rut into her so hard she feels me for a week.

Not that it matters. She’s going to be feeling tonight for days, and the caveman in me will be smug as hell every time she winces from the ache between her thighs.

Ronan lies beside us, his fingers brushing through the auburn strands. His love for Chloe is different to the rest of us. It stems from innocence and shared firsts, and they’ll have a bond we’ll never understand, no matter how much time passes.

The Kingston of a few weeks ago would have blown a gasket with that information, but now it fills me with pride.

I set a steady pace, reveling in how wet and warm her sweet pussy is. I haven’t even finished yet, and I already can’t wait to fuck her again, and if that doesn’t tell you how obsessed I am, I don’t know what will.

Chloe’s eyes are glassy, and she hasn’t stopped trembling from her last orgasm, but the way she looks up at me makes my chest tighten impossibly.

I never knew it was possible to love someone the way I love her.

“Have you got one more for me, Mama?”

Her eyes widen as she drags her bottom lip between her teeth. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Of course you can, Sparrow,” Ronan rumbles. “You want to milk King, don’t you? Don’t you want his cum?”

Her bottom lip wobbles as she nods. She’s not upset or hurting, that much I’m sure of, but I think she’s a little overwhelmed, which is only normal after everything we’ve done to her.

I pick up the pace of my thrusts, angling my hips to drag my cock along her front wall with each pump, and with each one her cries grow louder.

She’s right there.

“That’s it, Chloe,” Ronan encourages. “Just one more and then you can rest. Look at how well you take everything we give you. Such a perfect little slut for us. I’m so proud of you.”

The mixture of praise and degradation shoves her to the edge, and then she’s tumbling.