But it’s already happening. I’m unraveling. Every second is a slow, torturous slide into madness. I don’t want it to stop. I want them to wreck me. I want to lose myself in Malachi’s mouth and never come back. Jaxon and Ronan help me take off my shirt. Their greedy eyes stare lustfully at my plump round breasts and hard fucking nipples. “Such beautiful tits.” Ronan breathes out, squeezing the right as he’s been doing. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” Jaxon takes my left nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. I close my eyes and drag my bottom lip with my teeth. Heat pools at the bottom of my stomach and rushes to my legs. “Spread your legs open, baby. I need to taste your pretty pusy.” Malachi’s voice crawls up my skin. I obey thoughtlessly. What’s there to think about? This is all I’ve wanted for the last ten fucking days. I feel so dizzy from all the pleasure, I throw my head back against the couch. With Jaxon’s lips and teeth devouring my left breast, Ronan eating up my right nipple, and Malachi’s tongue between my thighs, it becomes impossible to keep up with every feeling, every sensation that sends a new wave rippling down my spine. Malachi’s warm tongue licks my moist, needy cunt. He starts slowly, savoring me, tasting me, like I’m something precious he’s waited too long to have. His tongue slides over my clit in one long devastating stroke, and my breath catches so hard it feels like my lungs collapse. I grip the edge of the couch as a soft whimper leaves my lips. Ronan and Jaxon help to keep me steady. It’s only their hold that stops me from tumbling over the couch. I dig my fingers into his hair, but it’s not enough. I fling them across the couch, because everything inside me is unraveling too fast to hold onto anything. His hands grip my thighs. “Stay still for me. Let me eat your pretty pussy.” “Fuck. Yes!” He groans low in his throat when I grind against his mouth, and the sound vibrates through me. It’s so dirty and addictive. “You taste so fucking good, baby. You know that right?” Everytime he stops to speak, he slips his finger into my pussy. I feel it curve inside me, reaching a spot that makes my face twists with pleasure. “Tell me you know you taste so good.” “I…I do.” “Look into my eyes, baby. See.” He slips a second finger into me. I clench against his fingers. “Fuck,” He whispers. “Look at me.” I obey his second order. Malachi’s lips glisten with my cunt juice. “Has anyone ever told you how fucking good you taste?” I think back to Lena in Mykonos, and I nod shyly. He smiles. “I’ll make sure you never forget.” And with that, he’s back again. Every lick is filth and worship, slow and focused and so goddamn good I swear I could cry. And the worst part—the best part—is how gentle he is. Gentle, but relentless. Like he wants me to feel every single second, to fall apart slowly, to know exactly who’s making me come undone. He doesn’t rush. His tongue slides into my warm hole, taking every inch of me his tongue would let him. It curves in my pussy, flicks, turns, twists. I have never thought it was possible to fuck so good with the tongue. He’s eating my cunt so fucking good. The pleasure crests fast, violent and sweet, curling up my spine and snapping through every nerve like a live wire. I gasp, then whimper, then cry out as it crashes over me in slow, wrecking pulses. “I’m going to come.” The cry leaves my lips, and I hear Ronan and Jaxon groan beside me. Malachi pulls out his tongue and puts his thumb in my needy pussy. It feels so different from the other longer fingers; it’s thicker, more filling. I love it so much. “Do it baby. Come in my mouth.” A cheeky smile sneaks into my face, knowing I have every intention to obey that command. One look at me, and he knows what he has to do. Somehow—believe me when I say I do not know how—Malachi fucks my cunt with his tongue and his thumb at once. It’s too much. Too deep. Too intense. My thighs shake around his head, my vision blurs, and for a second, I forget where I am. Who the fuck I am. There’s only the sensation between my legs, accompanied by a rush of fire, then relief. Time stretches, and it feels like forever, but not nearly enough. And when it finally fades, I collapse against them…all three of them. I’m trembling, breathless, and completely undone. Most importantly, I can’t feel my fucking legs. Malachi stands up, and I watch through hazy eyes as he licks his fingers clean. He sucks a little bit harder on his thumb: the finger that drove me to a gut wrenching orgasm. Ronan kisses my cheek as I fall limp against his chest. My breasts are sore from all the sucking, biting, and chewing they did. I know for a fact there’ll be marks on my body tomorrow. The thought of it makes me blush. With a smile on his face, Malachi stands in front of us. “Where does Kevin think you are?” I sit up immediately. “I didn’t tell him I was leaving. I…” I look around the living room, searching for my phone. “I need to call him.” However, when I don’t find my phone, it registers in my mind. “Shit.” My eyes widen in shock. Ronan reaches for me. “What’s wrong?” With dread filled eyes, I turn slowly to look at him. “I left my phone at home.” He doesn’t say anything at first. Instead, he rises from the couch. “Good.” I frown at him. How the hell is it a good thing I left my phone at home? “I should go,” I start to speak, but he barely lets me utter another word before he scoops me up from the couch and carries me in his arms. I lock my hands behind his neck to stop myself from falling to the ground. He’s really tall, so falling would hurt a lot. “Where are you taking me to?” He looks down at me with his sexy, smug smile. “To bed. It’s going to be a long weekend for you.” I don’t know what to think of his words. A threat, or a promise?