SARAH Heat rises so fast up my throat that it chokes me. My breath shutters, thick and heavy in my chest. He speaks with gentility and finality, telling me he’s going to do exactly as he says, and I’ll be all the better for it. I turn on my side, flat on my stomach, then pull my body up with all the strength I can muster. It’s a miracle I can do this with how much Ronan railed me. My pussy is still sore from his length and grit, but no dick is ever too much dick, especially when it comes to them. My knees are pressed into the sheets, and I stretch. Lowering my back means pushing my ass further up into the air, exposing my slick entrance needy for taste. “Jesus, kitten.” Malachi groans. “Look at that pretty pussy. And this asshole.” Ronan’s big hands spread my ass cheeks apart. I watch him stick his middle finger into his mouth, coat it with his saliva. His eyes move to my face, catching my gaze. The grin that comes next leaves me clutching the pillows in front of me. He doesn’t take his eyes off me, not even as he slides his thumb into my butthole. Hot tears gather at the corners of my eyes. “So tight,” he grunts with every small move he makes. “I don’t want to hurt you, kitten.” My clit is swollen, pulsing from the sheer need they’ve built in my stomach. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.” He could never. Am I in pain? Yes, maybe. But I want it. Call me any name you want to, but it makes me hornier. “Your pussy is breathing, kitten.” Jaxon chuckles. “Here,” he closes the gap between my pussy and his face. “Let me fix that.” Warm breath kisses my inner thighs. They’re going to be the death of me. His nose brushes my entrance like he’s breathing me in, because he is. The first sniff, the second, and third, drives me crazy. I push my body backwards, driving my pussy closer to his face. “Someone’s needy now.” Malachi drawls, caressing the back of my neck. “Patience, kitten. We’ve waited days for this. A couple of minutes won’t kill.” “Maybe not for you.” “Ah.” His lips thin into a smirk. He looks away from me. “You heard her, boys. Let’s give our little kitten what she wants. Open up.” I do as he asks, lean fingers cup my chin, tilting my face up. There’s no other option, no other choice than to look into those dark, dangerous eyes. Ronan plunges a second finger into me, spreading my asshole open with brute hunger. I try to scream, I want to scream, but Malachi’s cock is so deep down my throat, all I can do is mumble words I can’t make any sense of. Time stops, loses all meaning and importance as they drill every hole in my body, with Jaxon’s tongue buried in my pussy, and Ronan finger fucking my asshole, I’m a teary eyed mess while choking on Malachi’s cock. More. I want more, want this to last forever, a lifetime even. How can any man ever compare to this? The knife wound sends pain slicing through my thigh. They all come to a halt immediately I flinch, it’s almost in sync. My knee buckles from the pain, and now that my mouth is free of cock, I cry out. “Ouch.” “It’s okay, baby.” Malachi tries to reassure me, combing his fingers through my hair. “You can lie down.” “But I don’t want to. I loved it…what you three were doing. I don’t want to stop.” The concern in his eyes makes way for amusement. “We won’t stop, baby. We just need to make sure you’re okay.” Fuck Luke HawkThorne. Fuck the day he was born. Fuck the moment I set eyes on him. “But, I want to please you,” I tilt my neck to glance at Jaxon. “All of you.” His jaw hardens. I’ve unlocked something primal in him, I want to latch on to it for as long as I can. It’s been so long without them, I want to do whatever it is they want me to do. And that includes listening, doesn’t it? “You’re in pain, baby.” “It doesn’t matter, it’ll go away.” Jaxon sighs. “We’ll be assholes to do that to you.” He lowers his face to my injured thigh and presses a soft kiss on it. “I promise you it won’t change anything. You’re still going to be our good, needy cat.” Lowering my gaze, I let my lashes flutter. “Really?” “Absolutely.” Ronan nods. “Now, lie down.” Malachi’s order comes next. My legs straighten out on demand. “Flat on your stomach.” I relax, letting my body become one with the mattress. He crawls up to me—Malachi, that is—enveloping my space with his unique scent. He keeps coming up, until his jaw sits right in the center of my head. His cock nudges at my slick entrance, like he’s knocking on a door, seeing if it’ll open up for him. “Bite into the pillow,” he whispers, breath soft against the skin of my right ear. “Tell me if it hurts.” “If what—oh.” Talk about being silenced. Mal eases his girth into my slick entrance. I bite my lip to bite the loud curse pushing at my throat. Soundproof walls are science’s blessing to man, but I haven’t tested mine yet, so I have to stay quiet. Kevin’s room is right opposite mine. “Oh. Fuck me.” I moan, finding it more difficult to keep my eyes open. My heart is racing, my legs—including the bruised one—are shaking. Too much pleasure in too short a time slowly sucks my soul out of my body. Another one of those dark chuckles leaves his lips. Malachi doesn’t rush, he never does. He takes his sweet time thrusting his hard length deeper and deeper into me. The walls of my cunt welcome him wholeheartedly. “You feel so good, baby. Look at you, taking cock like a good fucking girl.” I try to arc, but he has me pinned firmly into the bed. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” I don’t know whose cat I saved in my past life to deserve these men, but I’m sure glad I did. He finally reaches it, the spot in my pussy that makes me throw my head up in a wild scream. “Yes!” Manicured fingers dig into the pillows. “Fuck, yes. Right there. It’s right there.” “We know, kitten. This cock knows your body too well.” “You like it, don’t you?” Ronan asks me. “His big cock stretching you wide? Your tight little cunt taking every fucking inch?” I nod eagerly, tears streaming down my eyes. “You want us to pump you full of our come.” “That’s how we got you pregnant in the first place.” My orgasm is banging at the door, threatening to tear my walls down and break in. Who would have thought baby talk would be part of the things to do IT for me? “I’m going to come.” “I’ve got you,” Mal kisses my neck. “I’ve got you. You can come on daddy’s dick.” Fuck me. I explode like a newly opened dam, flooding his penis with my juices. Malachi doesn’t stop thrusting, moving, giving himself to me. He goes on until he’s giving me every drop of his warm seed, until he goes limp inside of me. My chest rises and falls in heavy breaths as he pulls out. I turn around and fall on my back, looking up at the pleased faces of Ronan and Jaxon. Heat floods my cheeks immediately. They’ve turned me inside out, and I still feel shy when looking at them. I drag my hands over my face to shield my embarrassment. “I feel so…” “Tired?” Jaxon cuts in, tucking the strands of sweat soaked hair from the side of my forehead to the back of my ear. “Good.” I correct him. “And tired too.” “Good dick can do that to you.” How he manages to get words out between heavy breaths is a mystery to me. Malachi collapses beside me, and I chuckle. “And you had two.” “I wouldn’t mind a third though.” Jaxon sits on my left, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on the tip of my nose, shiny and salty with sweat. “Maybe some other time,” his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “We have the rest of our lives.” His tone. I raise a brow, curiosity peeking through me. There’s a determination in his voice, a finality. He means it, but doesn’t explain what the sentence implies. “Here,” Ronan offers me a hand, ready to pull me away from his brothers. “Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed.” “Can’t she stay in bed a little longer?” Jaxon drawls, burying his nose into the skin of my neck. I bite back my laughter when Ronan shoots him a glare. “She’s carrying our baby. Do you want her to contact a UTI?” “When you put it that way.” He frees me from his grip, and I take Ronan’s hand. One moment, I’m trying to figure out how to stand with my injured leg, and the next, Ronan’s hands are around my waist as he hurls me over his shoulder. None of them added or retracted from Jaxon’s statement. It doesn’t go unnoticed. “The rest of our lives. What does that mean?” The question lays bare on the tip of my tongue, heavy, begging to be set free. I swallow it with one hard gulp.