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It was a tight fit, and there were definitely moments when the pain overrode the pleasure—just for a second or two.
Once he was seated to the hilt, Jess felt Tony’s fingers beneath her chin, lifting her face up. “Open your eyes, Jess.”
She was becoming accustomed to that request from him. She didn’t mind because she loved looking into his gaze at times like this as well. Before tonight, she’d mistaken what she’d seen there, chalking his expression up to enjoyment, pleasure, desire.
Now she could see that she’d had it all wrong. It felt as if she could see all the way to the depths of his soul, and what she saw…blew her away.
Love.
How could she not have recognized it?
Tony smiled. “Say you belong to us. Say you’re ours, and let that word sink deep. Because we’re staking our claim, leaving our mark, making sure every single man in the world knows exactly who you belong to.”
Rhys didn’t move, but he was listening. She felt him run his fingers along her spine, the touch prompting her to shiver. “Say it,” he prodded.
“I’m yours,” she said to Tony before looking over her shoulder. “And yours.”
“Always,” Rhys added before he began the slow glide out.
Jess pressed her forehead to Tony’s chest, gasping for air. Her heart was racing, but she wasn’t sure if that was due to arousal…or affection.
Tony’s fingers tightened around her hips, beginning to add his own strokes to the slow, easy tempo Rhys had found.
Of course, slow and easy soon gave way to faster, harder. Jess tried to add her own beat to the rhythm, but her lovers weren’t relinquishing control. Tony’s hands still had possession of her hips, while Rhys’s fist was wrapped around her hair.
They pushed her to the edge once, twice, three times, each time backing away just before she could make that final leap.
The third time, she growled, bared her teeth. “Goddamn you.”
“You’re going to feel us all day tomorrow, angel. Gonna remember exactly who we are. Whoyouare to us.” Tony backed up his proclamation, cupping her breasts, squeezing them. “Ours.”
Rhys ran one hand over her ass, stroking the skin there before giving her another little smack.
Jess was amazed—and slightly overwhelmed—by their stamina, as neither man gave any indication of stopping.
“Please,” she begged, aware that word was likely to become the most used one in her vocabulary. Not that it worked. They weren’t swayed, weren’t moved, determined to draw this night out…possibly forever.
Soon, the only sounds in the room were her whimpers, their groans and grunts, their panting breaths, and the slapping of their bodies coming together at an almost frantic pace.
The next time she reached the precipice, they didn’t hold her back. Instead, they shoved her over roughly.
“God, yes,” she cried out hoarsely, her body trembling violently, her pussy clenching tightly.
“Fuck!” Tony bellowed beneath her, still moving, still fucking her through her orgasm. It was animalistic, feral, savage.
It was everything…fuckingeverything.
Rhys used his grip on her hair to lift her, her back arching between them, his lips brushing against her shoulder before he sank his teeth in.
The sharp sting prolonged her orgasm. She scraped her nails down Tony’s chest, scores of red welts rising. They weren’t the only ones determined to leave a mark, to stake a claim.
Tony thrusted a handful of times more before he was there with her, his cock erupting inside her. Rhys fell only a second later, and she felt her name on his lips at her ear.
For several moments, they remained exactly as they were—a frozen tableau in a room so thick with humidity and steam and wet heat that it rivaled the rain forest.
Finally, they pulled themselves apart. Rhys reached for the nightstand, grabbing a handful of tissues, cleaning up the sticky evidence of their lovemaking from her thighs. Then the three of them lay on their backs, fighting to draw air into their lungs, words completely beyond them.
Jess reached for their hands, flanked by them, tucked between them. They clasped her hands in theirs.
