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He was a hunter, and we were his prey, inexplicably drawn to him despite the danger he posed.
But I wanted to be caught.
I wanted to be consumed.
Devoured.
My cunt throbbed, another gush of slickness coating the tops of my thighs as I walked. A shiver wracked my body, desperation clawing at me. I needed to be filled, to be pumped full of their cum. I wanted to be marked by them. I wanted them to stake their claim and own me. I wanted to do the same—to claim them and own them right back.
Ezra had walked away from us. I knew he didn’t want to, but it didn’t matter. He’d hurt me. He’d hurt Flynn, and he’d absolutely shattered Tristan’s heart. The three of us needed to reconnect, to solidify our relationship again. There was no way we could put up a united front and fight for our man without it.
And I wanted a fucking to remember for all the ages.
“Here, now,” he ordered, pointing to the floor at his feet after slipping the book back onto the shelf and adjusting the books so they were perfectly lined up.
“Yes, professor,” I murmured demurely, looking at him through my lashes.
He held his hand out, but I hesitated, innately knowing it was for Flynn to take. My guy walked over to him and slipped his arm around Tristan’s waist, leaning into him. With a brush of his lips against Flynn’s temple, Tristan groaned. He rubbed the heel of his hand down his hard cock, his growl deep.
“What do you have to say for yourself, kitten?” he asked me.
“I want to taste you.” My response was candid. It was a dare for him to react. But he didn’t bite in the way I expected. Instead, his eyes flashed, and his lips parted as he sucked in a sharp breath.
I didn’t know whether he wanted me to challenge him or not, but he knew who I was. He knew what he was getting when he played with me.
Flynn’s eyes widened in surprise when Tristan stated, “You’ll swallow everything I give you.” His tone was matter-of-fact, as if my swallowing was a condition of his letting me have his cock.
“No.” I shook my head, my boldness growing when Flynn closed his eyes, biting back a smile. “I want you to fuck me, to fill me up.”
Tristan raised an eyebrow, and Flynn slid his hand to Tristan’s cock, palming it just like I wanted to be doing. My insides swooped, want curling low in my belly at the way Tristan looked down at me, all superior and in complete control. But I knew the truth—Flynn was already looking all sexed up, his lips wet from where he’d licked them and his erection poking Tristan’s thigh. But it was the way Tristan held Flynn’s shirt in a white-knuckled grip that gave away just how on edge he was.
“Why—” Tristan’s voice caught, and he cleared his throat before continuing, “Why should I do that, love? You deserve a spanking for the stunt you pulled in class, not a fuck.”
He waited for me to answer, letting the silence linger between us. The tension built, the air crackling between the three of us as Flynn slowly rubbed Tristan’s cock through the layers of material, and I dropped my bag to the floor.
Smiling innocently at them, I crossed my legs at my ankles as if I was about to curtsey but instead spun around on the balls of my feet. My legs were spread apart by a handspan, and I looked over my shoulder. With one side of my lips lifted in a smirk, I mimicked his raised eyebrow before bending, flipping my skirt up, and touching my toes. I probably didn’t need to lift my skirt—it was short enough that they could see exactly what I had, and didn’t have, on underneath it—but I wanted there to be no doubt about what I’d done.
“Oh, hell,” Flynn breathed.
“C’mere,” Tristan ordered, his voice rough.
The sense of urgency in his tone lit me on fire. I obeyed without question, taking their hands in mine when they reached for me.
“On your knees, my beautiful little slut. You’re going to suck me off and get me nice and wet for you.” He leaned in closer as if to whisper a secret, but his words were loud enough that Flynn would have no trouble hearing. “Then I’m going to slide right into your tight little arse and fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
“Yes, please,” I eagerly agreed. My heart was beating hard, my clit throbbing. My arse constricted, clenching around the toy held in place there. I was already close to coming apart just from his words. I couldn’t wait until he actually pulled out the plug and slid inside me.
I was halfway to my knees when Flynn leaned in and murmured, “And while he’s doing that, I’m gonna lick that pretty pussy of yours.”
I whimpered, a shudder wracking me as I shot to the edge. I hadn’t even been touched yet, and I was already about to fire off like a bottle rocket. But I didn’t want that. I wanted fireworks—Sydney Harbour on New Year’s Eve or New York on the Fourth of July.
Flynn’s smirk was wicked, so unlike his sunshiny personality that it had me falling the rest of the way to the floor. The carpet was furry under my knees but didn’t provide any cushioning, which only seemed to intensify the sensations racing through me. It was as if I was sinking into an alternate reality, my mind detaching from my body. I was operating only on base desire. The warmth of their hands in mine lit me up, their scents as I breathed them in—their arousal and natural musk mingling—until I was lightheaded.
I wanted to be their good girl, their beautiful little slut.
I wanted to spread my legs and let them take me however they desired. I wanted them to fill me, to fuck me. I wanted every hole stretched around their cocks and their fingers. I wanted their mouths on me, their bodies pressed against mine. I wanted it all.
Opening my mouth, I flattened my tongue, waiting for my professor to feed me his cock. Unzipping slowly, he reached inside and freed his erection, the smear of precum at his slit tempting me to steal a taste rather than waiting for him.
