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Instinctually, we all want to obey. Even grumbly Cassian, who mutters to himself while he sprawls on the wide chair. He slouches back, propping his elbows on the arms and tilting his hips forward. His thick length bobs, smacking against the tight lace of his abs as he spreads his stacked quads and lifts his brow at me, teasing.
“See something you like, Rems?”
By now, I know poking him is exactly how to get what I want. I toss my hair back and smile wider. “Nothing I haven’t seen befor—eep!”
Cassian rips me right off my feet, flipping me around and planting me right on top of his abs. I grip his powerful forearms, pink fingernails curling into the solid strength holding me upright while I spread my thighs over his hips for balance.
Like this, his cock is right in front of me, lined up perfectly with my clit. I start to rub myself over him, but Damon returns with his hockey stick, and Smith stops me.
“No,” he murmurs, smooth and dark. “It’s my turn, not his. So be my good girl and let my brother work his way into your ass while I taste this pussy.”
For once, Cassian doesn’t complain. He stretches back into his propped-up position, watching with heated green eyes as I lift myself onto my knees and scoot down his lap. Smith goes to his knees between Cassian’s, reaching up to spread my slick over my backside.
“Fuck, you smell so good,” he roughs out, working his fingers into my ass. “So sweet. Do you know how many times I’ve thought about bringing you in here? Letting you fuck my face the way I did to you that night?”
He sounds wild, but the passion in his dark eyes feels tender. This is him, making amends, again. My hands fall to his head, twining in his thick, light hair.
“Smith, it’s okay.”
“It’s never okay,” he says into my lower stomach. “Never okay to scare you, angel. I’ll spend the rest of my life apologizing for ever doing that.”
The way he stares at the apex of my thighs is almost… reverent. He slips the two fingers deeper into my backside and then bends forward, dropping a light kiss right over my clit.
“Fuck, yes,” Damon hisses, coming to stand at the side of the chair with his stick in one hand my panties and his cock in the other. He strokes the silk along his length and lets his head fall back, groaning.
I whimper and squirm, lodging Smith’s fingers deeper inside me. Feeling me clench over his knuckles has my alpha moaning, pressing soft kisses and quick nips over my spread pussy lips. When he adds his tongue to the mix, I cry out, grinding down onto his face, trying to chase the slick sensation teasing the edges of my clit.
Under normal circumstances, he might try to edge me longer. He loves controlling my pleasure, drawing it out. Showing me how much my body can take before it collapses. This time, though, he makes a low sound of encouragement, letting me use him the way he once used me.
When I find the perfect angle, everything inside of me pulls tighter. My eyes fly open, running over the sight of Smith, kneeling between my legs. Then Damon, kneading his knot. Pleasure erupts like a volcano of molten gold, shooting hot, shining bliss through my body.
Smith twists his hand and adds a third finger to my ass. My pussy gushes, soaking his chin and his wrist. He snarls, and I sway, dizzy from the rush of coming so hard. Damon releases himself to catch me, keeping me upright while he and Smith leverage me over Cassian’s cock.
I feel it pulsing between my legs, thick veins throbbing up his shaft. When the flared head grazes my puckered opening, I whimper and he purrs, the sound soothing. My core muscles unclench, relaxing as he tilts his hips to slide the first few inches in.
We both moan. I don’t know how I feel to him, but he’s scorching hot. And the gentle pulse of his arousal makes my pussy even wetter.
“Butterfly,” he husks, nipping at my ear. “More. Please.”
Smith stands, taking Damon’s stick and the panties. He nods toward me, dark eyes wild. “Get in her pussy, or I will.”
Damon doesn’t hesitate. He stretches over my body, pressing his palms into the chair’s arms, caging me between their chests while he lines himself up. Cassian grunts, sliding in deeper as my body instinctually shifts to accommodate both his angle and the one Damon needs.
“More,” he grits out again, moaning while he gets his wish and pushes deeper. “Ah, God.”
For a second, as they both shove all the way in and release a serrated series of groans, I forget all about Smith and his plans for that stick. It isn’t until I’m pinned between Cass and Damon, skewered on both of their cocks and feeling so full I swear I’ll tear in two… that I feel that cool, metal stick touch the back of my ankle.
Oh my—is he going to?—
I can’t think for long. Damon’s hips snap forward at the same second Cassian’s drop down. I whine, throwing my arms around Damon’s neck to keep me balanced. By the time I get a hold on their rhythm, Smith has both of my ankles secured.
He lifts the stick, sliding the panties tying me onto it wider and wider. Until the spread of my legs presses the stick into Damon’s back. My knees automatically bend toward my sides, forcing D to sink deeper. But when he tries to pull back, he can’t.
Smith’s voice cuts between us, wicked and dark. “I told you, brats get punished. Now, Damon is going to have to get off by feeling Cass pound into your tight little ass, petal. He’ll feel your pussy milking his cock, but there won’t be a damn thing he can do about it.”
He’s right. Every time Damon tries to thrust, the stick digs into the small of his back and my feet slip further apart, which just brings him in tighter.
“Fuck,” he moans, dropping his forehead to my hair. “Remi, sweetness. You feel so good and I. Can’t. Move.”
