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“So how do you want me?” He directed it at Calla. He didn’t think he could quite handle the smug look that was undoubtedly on Liam’s face.

“On your knees.” Calla’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

Mack’s chest went tight at exposing himself like that. How many nights had Bone shoved him face down into the bunk and then—

Bone can’t hurt you anymore. Or anyone else. This is Calla and Liam. You trust them. You love them.

Mack swallowed hard and forced himself to roll over. He couldn’t help how tense his entire body went, though.

“Shh,” Calla whispered, rubbing a soothing hand down his spine. She must have sensed his tension.

He hated that. He was supposed to be the strong one. He was supposed to—

“Fuck,” he shouted as a mouth closed around his cock. He looked down and there was Liam’s head between his legs, mouth circling his cock. He was on his back, hand at Mack’s shaft, feeding the crown in and out of his lips.

His blue eyes sought Mack out. They were wide. Unsure. Looked like he wasn’t the only one who felt vulnerable in this position.

For some reason that made Mack relax. This was Liam and this was Calla.

He even managed to stay mostly still when he felt a probing finger at his anus.

But that was because he was paralyzed.

This is my ass, baby boy. No one will ever fuck it as good as I do. I fucking own you. Stop that goddamned whimpering. You want to walk tomorrow? Because I’ll—

“Mackenzie?” Calla’s voice broke Mack out of the memory that was so fucking vivid, for a second, he’d been back there. Under Bone’s stinking body.

“Honey,” she asked, “are you okay? Because I can st—”

“Keep going,” Mack said through gritted teeth. He refused to let Bone have any more of his life than he’d already stolen. Not that it was that simple. How many times had he told himself not to give that fucker another thought?

He’d hoped the nightmares would end now that Bone was locked up again—and dickless. Mack had the satisfaction of learning that the surgeons hadn’t been able to do anything but sew together the little bit of flesh that was left after Mack shot the damn thing to smithereens. Bone was left like a sexless Ken doll, pissing out of a permanently inserted catheter. Nurses were surprisingly chatty when it came to a serial rapist who’d murdered two EMTs in cold blood.

Even knowing all that, Mack had still woken up a couple times in the dead of night, the old nightmares riding him.

Unlike in the past, though, Liam and Calla’s warm bodies tucked against his had soothed him enough to be able to go back to sleep more quickly than he used to. So maybe he’d never be cured in a single stroke. But he’d be damned sure to do everything he could to take back what that monster had stolen.

One of Calla’s fingers pushed against his asshole. He sucked in a breath. Her finger was slick. She must have lubed it. Christ, how long had she and Liam been planning this?

“Shh,” Calla whispered again. “That’s right. Let me in. Let us love you.”

Liam licked around his crown and then sucked him in again.

“Jesus Christ,” he moaned, his head falling down against his forearms. Calla took the opportunity to slip her finger inside. First one, and then another.

Initially Mack squeezed his eyes shut—but it was too easy to imagine Bone was the one behind him. So he opened his eyes and looked down his chest to where Liam was enthusiastically slurping at his cock.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Having both of them work on him at the same time. That was so fucking h—

“Oh,” he grunted, his whole body jerking as Calla’s fingers zeroed in on that spot.

Liam let go of Mack’s cock long enough to say, “Gently. Make sure to go gently.”

But Mack shook his head as he gave into the sensation. “No. Harder. Jesus. Fuck. Harder.”

It was so good. Fuck. It was indescribable. To have something that had been only associated with horror, now to be so fucking good…

His cock hit the back of Liam’s throat but Liam didn’t pull off him. No, he swallowed him even more. He was clearly unused to the sensation. Calla was usually the one sucking him off. Liam hadn’t had much practice. But what he didn’t have in technique he made up for in eagerness. His long tongue never stopped moving.

It was fucking sensational. And with Calla’s fingers working their goddamned magic. Within minutes Mack was grabbing the sheets and roaring as he had one of the hardest, most intense orgasms of his entire life.

He slid to the side and collapsed, feeling like Liam had just sucked the life out of him. Both Liam and Calla were smiling—Liam with a satisfied grin and Calla with that gentle tilt to her lips.

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