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I raise a brow. “Alright, Summer Prince. As long as Farron didn’t tire you out already.”

Dayton throws off the blanket the others forced him to wear for the meeting, revealing his glistening naked body. He rubs his cock as he prowls toward me, pushing his golden mane of hair behind his ears. “Not a chance, Blossom.”

I bite my lip and lie back.

He presses both palms to the mattress on either side of my head. “See, that’s the look I wanted,” he murmurs, then dips to claim my mouth with a slow, savoring kiss, as if he can taste the shadows left by Caspian. My hands slide into his hair, and I open for him, hungry, letting him capture the gasp rising out of my chest.

His lips blaze a path down my throat, licking and sucking the marks Caspian created. He kneels between my legs, then pushes my thighs wide apart. Dayton looks up at me, his blue eyes bright. When his mouth meets my center, tongue hot and relentless, I can’t stop from jerking my hips up for more.

He works me, drawing deep moans from my throat, and through the haze, I see the other four watching, faces lit with want and something sharper.

Dayton licks me until I’m whimpering, slick with sweat and need, and only then does he crawl up my body, nipping a wet line along my ribs, my breasts, the hollow under my jaw. When he pauses, hovering, his cock nudges the inside of my thigh. Gods, he’s already hard and thick.

“Tell me you want it,” he murmurs against my mouth.

“I want—” I don’t even finish before he fills me in a single, fluid thrust. I clutch his back, feeling the flex and ripple of muscle as he fucks me fast and deep, the room echoing with the sound of skin on skin and my desperate gasps.

The others move closer, the air charged with anticipation. Dayton leans up on his elbows, the better to watch my face as he rocks into me, hair falling in disarray. “You’re perfect,” he groans and bends to kiss my nipple. “But can you guess who’s going to take your ass?”

“Huh?” I gasp, but then I know. The scent of cherry blossoms and wet stones washes over me, a firm hand on my neck.

Ezryn rolls Dayton and me to our sides. “Gods, this ass,” Ezryn says, slapping me lightly.

The sensation, the slight flicker of pain, sends a fresh wave of heat through me. I let out a moan deeper than I expect.

“You like that?” Ezryn growls. He slaps me again, and I keen, pushing my hips into Dayton. “Most perfect.”

Then his mouth is on the soft flesh, and he’s kissing me, followed by a sharp bite. Something ravenous is murmured against my skin.

“Ezryn,” I gasp. His large frame settles behind me, and I arch my neck to take in the full sight of him. An oiled finger slips inside me.

For a dizzy moment, I’m certain I’ll combust from the collision of sensation. Dayton’s cock remains deep, stroking with steady, glorious friction. All the while, Ezryn’s thick finger presses against my rim, stretching me. It’s not enough, not nearly enough, and he knows it, tormenting me with those confident little circles before he pushes deeper.

“That’s it, Petal. Open for me,” Ezryn commands in a low, unyielding tone, all silk and steel. His chest pins me to Dayton’s front. I’m caged by their want. His finger works me, slow and relentless, and my body surrenders. I push back with small rolls of my hips, chasing more and more until I’m shuddering so hard the world blurs.

Dayton kisses away the whimpers trembling out of me. “You want it, don’t you?” he purrs in my ear, fingertips ghosting over my jaw.

Ezryn spreads me wider. He slips a second finger inside me, coaxing and stretching. The burn, the pressure—it splits me open so sweet. “Ready, baby girl?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

Ezryn lines himself up, presses his cock against me, and pauses. He wraps a hand around my hip, holding me solid, controlling the angle. “Breathe in,” he instructs. “Relax.” He massages the small of my back, and when I do, he pushes forward.

I scream, but it’s not pain—more the shock of fullness, of being known so utterly. Dayton rubs my clit, frantic yet gentle, and the pleasure spikes so fiercely I can’t tell when the ache becomes hunger. Ezryn’s cock drives deeper, inch by glorious inch, until I’m split open on both cocks, stuffed beyond reason, shaking like a leaf in a gale.

They move together, Dayton’s pace matching Ezryn’s, battering me between them, inside and out. The wet slapping sounds drown out every thought.

“You’re doing so fucking good,” Dayton tells me. “So damn perfect.”

Ezryn bends over me, a hand fisted in my hair, and takes my mouth from behind, all spit and tongue.

“Oh stars, I can’t watch anymore.”

Tears poke out of my vision as Farron crawls onto the bed behind Dayton. He kisses Dayton’s ear before licking the sweat off his cheek.

“Want me to loosen you up like Ez did for Rosie or⁠—”

“No, fuck it, Fare,” Dayton pants, strained as he pounds into me. “I need you inside me now.”