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This was his family, his husband, his best friend, his favorite murderous golden retriever.

These people loved him and cared for him, and he wanted this more than anything.

“Do you want it, too, Lois?”

Zane nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Felix’s look was almost proud. He captured Zane’s mouth in a deep kiss. He was the youngest of all of them, but Felix had no problems vocalizing what he wanted.

“Hook your leg over my hip. Come here.”

Their bodies collided, their cocks slotting together, providing a kind of friction that turned Zane’s brain into cotton candy.

Somewhere in the haze of Felix’s kisses and Asa’s touches, the bed shifted behind him. Before he could question it, Asa’s fingers were sliding between his cheeks, two slick fingers pushing roughly inside him.

Zane cried out into Felix’s open mouth, which only made Felix surge against him with more intention.

“Feel good, Lois?” Asa asked, his mouth working along Zane’s ribs as he fucked his fingers into him.

Zane’s senses were on overload.

Avi’s lips were on Felix’s cheek, his hair brushing over Zane’s skin, his cologne mingling pleasantly with Felix’s lavender shampoo.

Zane’s only answer was a muffled whimper as Felix’s tongue tangled with his, sharp nails digging into the thigh Zane had thrown over his hip.

Fuck. He didn’t know what felt better, pushing up against Felix’s cock or fucking back on Asa’s fingers.

When Felix’s lips floated along his jaw, Zane’s lids drifted open. His gaze caught on Avi pushing his shorts down, working lube over his heavy cock.

He and Asa truly were identical in every way.

Felix’s lips found Zane’s again just as Avi lined up and surged up into him, driving the air from Felix’s lungs and into Zane’s mouth. Zane knew the feeling well. That first overwhelming shock as his body stretched around Asa.

He missed that feeling. He wanted it.

Now.

“Fuck me…please,” he begged Asa.

Asa’s lip curled into an almost snarl, his eyes all pupil.

He slipped his fingers free, then the head of his cock was pressing against Zane’s barely prepped hole, his teeth sinking into Zane’s shoulder as he slammed home.

This time, it was Zane who cried out into Felix’s mouth.

Felix swallowed the sound down, dragging Zane against him, as if he already knew the boys would follow, sandwiching the two between them.

This was the kind of tight squeeze Zane had wanted. He just hadn’t known it.

There was something almost spiritual about it. Each time Asa and Avi surged forward, it drove Zane and Felix together, tumbling them into each other in the sexiest way possible. It was like being caught in a riptide, dizzying and a little scary, but exhilarating enough to leave Zane breathless and euphoric.

He’d never felt safer than he did in the arms of three killers. Three people who would never let anything happen to him.

Felix’s hand fell, taking their cocks in hand, working them with long, hard pulls that made Zane moan.

“I’m too fucking close. You’re going to make me come.”

“That’s the point, dummy,” Felix teased. “You can come whenever you want.”