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“Fuck, Hadley,” Enzo groans, his fingers digging into my flesh.

Leif appears in front of me, his body pressing against my front. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “Take him in slowly.” His hands roam over my body. Softly, gently. Before brushing against my nipples, causing me to jerk my hips and moan with pleasure.

I sink down further, feeling Enzo stretch and fill me. The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure mixed with a deliciousfullness that makes my head spin. When I’m fully seated, I pause, adjusting to the feeling of him inside me.

“Move,” Enzo commands, his voice strained.

I rock, finding a rhythm that makes us both gasp. My hands brace against Leif’s chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palms. His eyes never leave mine, watching my every reaction with an intensity that makes me feel exposed in the best possible way.

Leif’s hands settle over my hips, helping to guide my movements. “Perfect,” he whispers. “Now, lean back.”

It’s awkward. But Enzo helps by guiding me as I lay on top of him. Leif holds his cock in his hands. “Ready for all three of us?”

Nope. No. Yes. Fuck yes.

My breath catches in my throat as Leif positions himself at my dripping pussy, his cock nudging against me alongside Enzo’s. The pressure is intense, bordering on too much, but when I look into his eyes, that strange, almost supernatural glow, I nod.

“Yes,” I whisper, the word barely audible even to my own ears.

Davi moves closer, his hand gentle as it strokes my hair away from my face. “Open.”

I do, letting him slide his thumb between my lips. The intimacy of the gesture makes my heart stutter. These men, who think they’re vampires, are showing me a vulnerability I never expected.

I’ve never felt.

Leif pushes inside, and the sensation is overwhelming, being filled from both ends, stretched in ways I’ve never experienced. I moan around Davi’s thumb, my body trembling as it tries to accommodate both men.

“Look at me,” Davi commands softly, replacing his thumb with the head of his cock. “Watch me while they take you.”

It’s too much and not enough all at once. The locker room falls away. The hallway goes next. The dress on the bench disappears. I am down to the part of me that has no opinions and no plans.

“Take all of me.” Leif’s voice is strained as he pushes deeper.

Enzo’s hands grip my hips, helping to guide me as the three of them move in a devastatingly coordinated rhythm. His hands slide up my torso, cupping my breasts as he continues to move beneath me and pinch and twist my nipples until they’re red and straining. The sensation is overwhelming, being filled, surrounded, worshipped by these three men who should be strangers but feel like something I’ve known all my life.

“Look at us,” Davi murmurs, his thumb tracing my bottom lip as he watches me take him. “Look what we’ve done to you.”

I can’t look anywhere else. My gaze is locked with his, even as my body moves between the three of them, suspended in this impossible pleasure. Tears slide down my temples, catching in my hair. Not from pain. From something deeper, more primal.

They see me. And I can’t unknow that now. They took the time to learn what I like, how I want to be touched and loved.

Theyseeme.

“Is this what you wanted?” Leif asks, his voice strained as he pushes deeper, his rhythm perfectly synced with Enzo’s. “To be filled by all of us?”

I can’t answer, can only moan around Davi as he thrusts gently into my mouth. The taste of him is intoxicating, salt and musk and something uniquely him that I want to memorize.

“Careful,” Enzo warns, his hands tightening on my hips. “She’s close.”

How does he know? How can he feel what I’m feeling when I can barely process it myself?

The pressure builds, coiling tight at my core. My body trembles between them, stretched and filled beyond what Ithought possible. The museum around us fades, the tables, the ancient artifacts, the security cameras Leif disabled, all of it disappears until there’s nothing but this connection, this impossible intimacy with three men who shouldn’t exist.

“Let go for us.” His voice drops to that growl that vibrates through my chest.

Davi’s fingers thread through my hair, gentle yet possessive as he guides my movements. I take him deeper into my mouth, the salt-sweet taste of him making my head spin. My hands find purchase on Enzo’s thighs, needing something to hold onto as he drives into me from behind.

The rhythm is hypnotic, almost ritualistic in a primal way. They move together as if sharing one mind, one purpose, to bring me to the edge and keep me there, suspended in a state of exquisite torment.