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It feels so good that I moan, but at the same time, I almost want to laugh. Austin, that sadistic motherfucker, thinks he won something, that he took something that mattered from me when he stole my inheritance. This moment right here proves him wrong.
Then Dante uses his teeth while Maddoc swoops in with a groan and seals his mouth over mine again, and laughing—just like any and all thoughts of the West Point gang’s piece of shit leader—becomes the last thing on my mind.
Yes, I still want Maddoc and Dante stripped down, naked, and buried inside me, but something about being so vulnerable between them—my bare, wet skin pinned between their hard, hot, fully clothed bodies—makes me feel both aroused and safe in a way I can’t remember ever feeling before.
“Take me apart,” I beg with a gasp when Maddoc finally releases my mouth, my head falling back onto Dante’s shoulder
“That’s the plan, butterfly,” Maddoc promises, the hard ridge of his cock jerking against me through his jeans.
I squeeze my legs around his waist and grind against it with a moan. Dante takes full advantage of the access I gave him when I tipped my head back, ravaging my throat with his teeth, lips, and tongue as he grinds against me from behind.
“That’s it, brother,” Maddoc says in a low growl, his eyes heating as he pulls back to watch Dante work. “Mark her up. Show the whole fucking world who she belongs to.”
But then his eyes zero in on one of the stinging scrapes Logan treated on my cheek, and the heat in his eyes is replaced by a quick flash of rage.
Nowhe’sthinking of Austin McKenna.
He’s thinking of what that shithead did to me.
But Austin has no place between us—not now, and not fucking ever—so I bring my hand up and cradle Maddoc’s jaw, rough with end-of-day stubble, and force him to look atme, not at the evidence of what Austin did to me.
“It’s over. Make me forget.” I throw his own words back at him. “Show me who I belong to.”
I reach back and grab Dante’s hip, including both of them in that plea, and Maddoc sucks in a sharp breath, then nods. But instead of taking my mouth again, he switches his support under my ass to a single hand and brings the other one up to skim over the damage McKenna left on my face, so fucking gently it makes my heart skip a beat. “We will. You’re gonna feel us for days. But we don’t have to do this right now if you’re not up to it yet. You’re not fucking going anywhere again. We’ve got time.”
A hot thrill goes through me at that promise, but it’s the way Dante goes utterly still behind me, both men waiting on my answer and proving their true feelings for me with actions that are a million times more meaningful than anything they’ll ever say out loud, that really gets to me.
It takes me from simply turned on to completely desperate for it, ramping up my need for them in the space between one breath and the next. “Itdoeshave to be now. I need it. I need you both.” I tighten my legs around Maddoc, rubbing myself against his erection. “I needthis.”
Dante responds immediately. “Fuck,” he grunts, his hands roaming up my sides, rough fingers skimming the sides of my breasts. “Then we’re gonna give it to you, princess. Gonna take such good care of you.”
“Promise?” I gasp, holding Maddoc’s eyes as they bore into me for another beat, like he’s trying to dig the truth out of my soul. Then he smiles, hot and dirty, and grabs my hair, gathering it up and twisting it around his fist like an anchor.
“You heard him,” he says, yanking me even closer.
Then he kisses me.
Devoursme as he lets my feet slide to the ground.
Dante takes a half step back to make room for me, without taking his hands off my body, and the way the three of us move in perfect sync has my blood singing in my veins.
Dante reaches around to roll my nipples between his fingers as he whispers dirty promises into my ear, and when Maddoc’s demanding mouth moves down my throat, his hands keeping a bruising grip on my hips, my desperation turns into an urgent need that I’ll do anything to get them to hurry the fuck up and fulfill.
“Off,” I demand, shoving Maddoc’s shirt up. “Get naked.”
Maddoc knocks my hands away and whips the shirt over his head, tossing it aside, before he’s on me again, dominant and hungry.
“Dante,” I gasp, my hands roaming over hard muscle as I reach back for him, then shove him.
He chuckles, a low, dirty sound full of promise, and steps back to strip his shirt off too. “I’m on it, princess,” he promises before wrapping himself around me from behind again, skin-to-skin.
His arms come around me, the hard planes of his chest a searing heat against my back, and I clutch Maddoc’s shoulders as Maddoc thrusts his cock against my stomach with a groan, wrapping one hand around my throat as he stares down at me. “Is this what you want?”
“You know what I want.” I tilt my chin up. “Tell me what I am.”
“Ours,” he growls back instantly.
“Fuck yeah, she is,” Dante grunts, the raw possessiveness in his voice making hot, liquidwantpool inside me.
