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Silas groaned through his teeth. “Fuck… she’s clenching so fucking tight.”

My hips were lifted higher, and he matched Thorne’s rhythm. Both of their actions were primal. I let myself go and allowed them to use me, sucking and rocking into them.

The same growing sensation from earlier began to build, my breathing turning ragged and uneven. I moaned, humming around Thorne’s cock, and his hips jerked, and he buried himself deep, his release thick as it traveled down my throat.

Silas came with a low growl, his thrusts rushed and uneven.

The world tilted, but before I could fall, strong arms wrapped around me and lifted me against his hard body.

Ronan cradled me, brushing my sweat-soaked hair from my face and rubbing where the corner of my lip began to sting.

Panic at the thought Ronan would be upset that we’d been doing this without him flashed, but was doused just as quickly when his eyes darkened.

He slipped his fingers between my thighs and sank them into my core without warning. “They made a mess out of you.”

His words thrilled me.

I gasped, arching in his arms, and whimpered when he pulled them out.

“Open your eyes, Gwen.” Ronan’s voice was a low rumble.

My heavy lids lifted to see his two fingers held up in front of me. They were glistening with Silas’s cum. “Lick it off.”

I grabbed his wrist and guided him closer, sucking and licking him clean. He pushed them deeper until they reached the back of my throat, and he fucked my mouth with them as if they were his cock.

“That’s not enough, is it, baby?”

I looked up at him through my lashes, and he slowly removed them from my mouth.

He stroked my cheek. “You want more?”

“Yes, give me more.”

He leaned down and kissed me. “Good girl.”

He’d slipped his fingers back into my mouth, and I closed my eyes as I sucked. I didn’t open them, even as I began to jostle in his arms. Soft footsteps followed us across the hardwood.

I only opened them when a soft mattress pressed against my back. They didn’t give me a chance to look around. Thorne propped himself against the headboard and helped pull me up, kissing me in long, slow strokes. I collapsed into him, unable to hold my weight.

I wasn’t worried. I knew they wouldn’t let me fall.

My hips were lifted, and I settled gently onto my knees, a firm palm bearing down between my shoulder blades until my back was bowed.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” Ronan said and notched his cock to my entrance, then seated himself to his base with one thrust.

I gasped, but Thorne didn’t let go of my mouth. He settled an arm around my back, holding me steady, and Ronan held my hips firmly in his grasp as he fucked into me without restraint.

“Your pussy feels amazing,” Ronan said and spread my ass apart. “Look at you swallowing me up.”

I quaked.

“You want more, don’t you, baby?” He stopped and ground his hips against me.

Frustration built beneath my skin, and I tried and failed to make him continue. If he knew I wanted more, why was he stopping?

He let out a low chuckle, and his palm connected with my ass with a loud snap. It stung.

“Answer me.”