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Some part of me likes that—a lot.
Likes having control over him, likes breaking him apart.
As if determined not to give me too much control, Kian grasps my hips, his calloused fingers digging into my skin as he uses that grip to guide my motions. The head of his cock hits the perfect spot inside me, and I shudder, throwing my head back as my toes curl.
His hands slide around to my ass, squeezing and massaging me before he grips both of my cheeks and spreads them apart.
I yelp in surprise, but he keeps them spread open as Frost moves over the bed, settling behind me. Malix is still kneeling in front of me, his fist gripping his thick cock tightly as milky beads of precum leak from the tip.
Kian watches me with his enigmatic eyes, taking in every detail of my expression as Frost’s cock slides between my ass cheeks.
The blond man isn’t pressing against my back hole, just gliding through the channel created by my cheeks as my arousal and his precum slick the way. His breath ghosts over the back of my neck as one of his hands comes up to grip my shoulder, holding me steady just like Kian is while they work in tandem. Malix crawls closer, the movements of his fist growing faster and more jerky as he watches me sandwiched between his two brothers.
“Do you like this?” Kian demands.
“Yes,” I gasp, the truth falling from my lips before I even have a chance to consider stopping it.
“Do you want Frost inside you? Do you want him to do more than slide between those beautiful ass cheeks? Do you want him to fill you up, just like I am?” Kian’s voice is rough, and he punctuates each question with a heavy thrust upward. “Do you want Malix to use that gorgeous mouth of yours while I stuff your pussy and Frost claims your ass?”
Fuck.
God, yes, that’s what I want.
That’s everything I want.
I nod, my breath hitching as I feel Frost’s shaft pulse against my skin, as if he’s as affected by Kian’s words as I am.
“We need to hear you say the words, kitty,” Malix murmurs. “Do you want us?”
“Yes.” It comes out in a whisper, as though I can’t say the word out loud.
Or won’t say it.
All three of the men freeze, going completely still where they surround me. Something hangs between us, making the air so thick that it’s hard to breathe.
Kian shakes his head, his eyes glittering darkly. “No. I don’t believe you.”
My stomach clenches. For a moment, I’m sure they’re all about to pull away, leaving me empty, wanting, and unsatisfied. But then, without a word, Kian thrusts up into my aching pussy again. As he does, Frost drags his cock between the globes of my ass. Malix resumes stroking himself, all three of the men moving at once, as if some invisible thread has snapped.
They haven’t given me everything I need—everything I refuse to beg for and can’t admit I want.
But this is still so fucking good.
Our harsh breaths fill the air, joining the filthy sounds of skin against skin as we each chase our pleasure. Kian’s harshly beautiful features contort as he starts to lose control, bucking up wildly from beneath me. Frost squeezes my cheeks together to create a tighter grip on his cock as he rolls his hips against my ass over and over.
“You look so fucking beautiful like this,” Malix murmurs, gripping the base of his shaft with a harsh grunt before resuming his strokes, as if he’s trying to hold off his orgasm as long as he can.
But none of us can last much longer. I can feel it in the way our movements become jerky and desperate, hear it in the rising cacophony of groans and whimpers.
“I’m... oh god, I’m...”
My mouth falls open and my words die out as unforgiving pleasure tears through my body. Kian curses, his hands gripping my thighs as he pulses and swells inside me. Our gazes lock as we both come, and part of me wants to look away, to keep him from seeing the things I can’t keep out of my expression as ecstasy tears down my walls.
My hands curl, my fingernails digging into his pecs and leaving half-moon shaped marks as Frost finishes behind me. His release spatters onto my back and drips down my spine to the place where his shaft is still cradled between my cheeks.
When Malix comes, he spurts onto my breasts—and I must want it, because I arch my back, giving him more access to my pale skin.
My arms are shaking, my thighs burning from exertion, my core still clenching around Kian’s cock with aftershocks.
I’m marked by them.
Maybe they didn’t claim me entirely, but each of them has still left his essence on me. Inside me.
I slump in their arms, and as their sticky release clings to my skin and drips from my core, I don’t know if they’ve ruined me...
Or made me whole.
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