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His fingers catch the hem of the wet shirt, and my arms lift on autopilot. The fabric peels slowly over my skin, and when it clears my head, the room goes quiet.

All three of them are looking at me.

Nate and Elias’s attention drops first to the gold barbells through my nipples, then to the magnolia blooming across my ribs. Jace has already seen the piercings, but judging by the way he shifts in that chair, seeing me bare in front of all three of them is an entirely different experience.

Elias steps closer and traces one finger along the edge of the magnolia. “You planning to tell me if there’s anything else you’ve been hiding under those work clothes, Little Doe?”

I press my lips together and shake my head.

Absolutely not.

I’m not about to start volunteering information while all three of them are staring at me like they’ve just discovered a hidden menu.

Nate catches both my wrists before I can cover my face and guides me down onto the desk. “Don’t hide now, Sola,” he rasps. “You’re the one who wanted to know what happens next.”

My pulse jumps, and just like that, I remember exactly how I ended up here.

“Open your legs,” he adds, softer now, almost coaxing. “Let him see just how wet you are.”

My thighs part with a tremor that has nothing to do with the cold. Jace sinks deeper into his chair, a low groan escaping him as his gaze fixes on my exposed center.

Elias’s hands are firm and sure as he lifts one of my ankles, then the other, planting my feet flat on the polished wood of the desk. The position spreads me wide, the air cool against slick skin I can feel heating under their combined stare.

Three pairs of eyes trace the gold barbell first. Then their attention dips lower, following the trail of black ink that curls from beneath my ass toward the back of my knee, hidden until now.

Jace leans forward, elbows on his knees. “Goddamn, Sugar.”

“So this is what you weren’t telling me.”

I offer an innocent smile. “You asked if I planned to tell you, not that I had to.”

Nate’s quiet huff of laughter comes from behind me as Elias lifts my ankle onto his shoulder, his hand resting at the top of my thigh, possessive and warm.

“Brat,” he murmurs, and then he’s on his knees, pulling me to the very edge of the desk. His mouth is on me before I can respond, hot and demanding.

“Oh, fuck—Elias.” My voice comes out embarrassingly breathless, and I can hear Jace shifting in his chair.

Above me, Nate tilts my chin up and claims my lips in a kiss; and not one part of it is gentle.

It’s a slow, deliberate invasion that steals the air from my lungs. I lose track of everything below my waist except sensation: the hot stroke of Elias’s tongue, the faint click of metal against teeth.

My hips jerk off the desk. Elias presses me down with a firm palm on my stomach, his other hand spreading me wider as his tongue swirls around my piercing until my thighs shake with the effort to stay open.

Nate breaks the kiss, his breath warm against my lips. “Look at Jace, Sola. Let him see what being a greedy pup has cost him.”

“Nate, I can't—” I try to look away, but the words dissolve before I can finish. Nate forces me up on my elbows, and I can see Jace, breath ragged, hands clenched on the arms of the chair. Elias chooses that moment to close his lips around my clit and suck—hard.

It’s the perfect storm of Jace’s helpless stare, Nate’s low command still ringing in my ears, and Elias’s mouth working me with such precision that my vision blurs at the edges.

“Please, I—” My voice breaks, and whatever I was about to ask for gets lost.

My spine bows off the desk as my thighs clamp around Elias’s head and I cum hard. He doesn’t pull back, doesn’t soften; his tongue rides out every aftershock until I’m shuddering and trying to escape him.

I lie there trying to catch my breath, my legs still trembling as Elias rises from between them and Nate leans over me.

“You look a little overwhelmed, Sola.”

“Mmhm.”