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He salutes. “Yes, ma’am!” He lies down face up and props up on his elbows. “Come here, sugar.”

“Let me prep her first,” Piers says. He gathers slick on his fingers, and works it around my asshole, dipping in and out of me until I’m panting, slick running in heavy streams down my thighs.

My hand presses against the top of his head and I rock my hips against him. “Fuck, sir,” I hiss as he draws another orgasm from me.

“That’s three,” he smirks before flicking my clit with his tongue. “She’s ready,” he says to Beck, mouth still against my labia.

Piers stands and then guides me to Beck. I turn away from him and straddle his hips, squatting low until his cock is at my entrance.

Beck’s hands grip my hips and steady me as he slowly slides into me. He begins to rock. “Goddamn. This never gets old.”

My hands find his knees and I grind, letting my hips work him slow and deep. Then my eyes find Finn. “You ready?”

He nods, then kneels in front of me. He dips one long finger inside, gathering slick, then rubs it along the head of his cock. He notches his tip at my entrance, then slides in, inch by perfect inch.

“God help me,” Beck hisses from behind me. “Your perfect ass is even better when someone’s in your pussy, sugar.”

“It’s going to get even better,” I say, eyes on Leith. “Leith, fuck your alpha.”

Leith’s fingers find the slick on my thighs. He coats his cock in it, careful to let both me and Finn see. Both our mouths water. Then he’s behind Finn and inside him so fast that we all collectively gasp.

Finn’s hips snap against mine as Leith pounds into him from the back.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Beck hisses as my hips rock from the pressure of Leith’s thrusts.

“What. Next.” I say in staccato rhythm, as our bodies slap together.

“Piers,” Finn hisses.

Piers is there quick. Lifting his leg over my body so he can straddle my face.

“Fast or slow?” I ask Finn, careful to let him direct every minute of this.

“Fast,” he grunts.

I suck Piers into my mouth, taking him deep into my throat. His hands hold my head in place as he fucks my face as fierce and quick as the pace Leith is setting for the rest of us.

There are no words, only the dirty sounds of our bodies sliding in and out of one another. Finn’s breathing changes. His hand finds my throat, palm flat, thumb at the side of my pulse. The pressure is just enough. He’s going to come.

I wrap my fingers around his wrist. The pressure on my throat increases. Not enough to hurt me but enough to tip me over. My orgasm pulls a scream from my throat.

Piers’ fingers tighten in my hair. “That’s it, sunshine. Scream around my cock.”

I suck him harder, tongue rough on the underside of his dick. Leith continues to pound Finn deep inside of him. Beck’s hips buck against my ass.

“I’m going to—” Finn hisses. And that does it. The dirty, nasty noise he makes as he knots me hits all of us. Leith goes first, an animalistic roar erupting from his throat as he pounds one last time into Finn. Finn grunts hard, his fingers tightening one more time on my throat as he pours into my pussy. Piers thrusts deep until his knot is against my nose, filling my mouth with his amber and sea salt flavor. And Beck, in a torrent of filthy words, grabs my hips and thrusts hard into my ass.

Piers is the first to pull away, bending to kiss my lips before searching the bag for a towel. Leith kisses Finn’s neck, then pulls back, holding his hand out for the towel that Piers is holding. He wipes Finn clean. Finn’s body collapses onto mine, causing Beck to grunt. Finn rolls us, pulling my body from Beck’s.

“We need to celebrate more often,” Beck chuckles, slapping my ass.

“Every day,” Leith agrees.

“Twice a day,” Piers adds.

“What do you think?” I lick Finn’s chest.

“Twice a day is a good start.” Then he laughs, causing his knot to jerk inside me until my walls are fluttering again.