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LEVI

I’ve seen a lot in my life.

Births. Deaths. Storms that tore the roof off the old barn.

My father down on his knees, praying through tears when the cattle fell sick.

My mother, exhausted, sponging our foreheads when we were all running a fever.

I’ve seen men fight for land and for pride and for the sheer hell of it, but I’ve never seen anything like this.

Grace.

Naked under the stars, her body glistens with sex and sweat and moonlight. Her thighs are slick with the cum of my brothers and cousins. Her red lips are parted, and her chest rises and falls with exhausted little gasps.

And her eyes— those goddamn pretty, hazel eyes —are locked on me.

Corbin exhales beside me, low and reverent. “Jesus,” he murmurs. “They went and gave her all of it.”

I don’t answer. I move.

I step off the deck like a man approaching a sacred ritual that could be over at any minute. The firelight casts Grace in gold. Her arms are flung wide across the blanket, her body loose and boneless, but she lifts her head when I come close.

“Levi,” she says, breathy and wrecked.

My knees nearly buckle.

I drop to the ground beside her, brushing damp hair from her cheek. Her body’s warm. So warm. I run the backs of my fingers down her throat, across her collarbone, over the sticky mess on her breasts.

“You okay?” I ask.

She nods. “More than okay.”

“You look…” I swallow. “Like something divine.”

“I feel divine.”

I chuckle, then lean in to kiss her, gently and thoroughly, uncaring about the ten men around me in various states of undress, or how I smell them on her; musky and mixed with her sweet feminine scent.

Her lips are soft, her tongue lazy. The kiss isn’t hungry like I expected but soft and sweet, like she knows who I am and what I need, and it lights a fire in my gut that’s been building since I saw her in that pencil skirt, all fire and beauty.

Corbin’s voice is soft behind me. “You gonna share her?”

“Not this second,” I mutter, running my hand down her stomach. “She’s been passed around enough for one night.”

But she hears me. She lifts her head and touches my jaw. “Levi… I want both of you.”

Fuck.

I close my eyes for a second, because that’s it . That’s the edge snapping. The dam breaking. The last thread of restraint unspooling.

I nod once, turning to Corbin. “You up for this?”

His grin is already unusually wicked. “Been waiting all night.”

He kneels at her side, fingers stroking her inner thigh. “Look at this mess,” he says, dragging his finger through the slick that glistens there. “She’s already overflowing. ”

“And she’s gonna take more,” I growl, unbuckling my belt. “Every last damn inch I have to give.”

I position myself between her legs, sliding two fingers through her soaked folds. She’s swollen, slick, dripping with all the men who came before, but her body welcomes me . Her hips lift toward me, soft little whimpers falling from her lips.

“Please,” she whispers. “Levi…”

I guide myself slowly, inch by inch. The stretch is deep, and I groan. Fuck , she’s tight, even after taking almost every one of us.

Corbin shifts behind her, lifting her upper body and cradling her against his chest. I pull the lube I grabbed from my nightstand, hoping that we’d return to this and maybe our girl would need some help.

He catches it and tips it onto his fingers.

When he circles her tight hole, her pussy bears down on me hard enough that I see stars.

“Relax,” Corbin croons as he presses kisses to her sweaty nape.

“Relax, and you’ll feel so good with us both inside you.

” I feel one of his fingers push inside her through the thin wall.

He waits until she’s grown accustomed to the intrusion, adding a second, and I watch Grace’s expression shift from trepidation to slack pleasure.

“See,” Corbin whispers. “It feels good, doesn’t it.”

“Yes,” she gasps, as he flutters his fingers inside her and works up to adding a third.

Holding still while buried deep in the woman of my dreams and fantasies is torture, but Corbin needs to prepare Grace fully so we don’t hurt her.

His cock nudges between her ass cheeks, and she reaches behind to guide him.

“You okay, honey?” he murmurs against her ear.

“Yes,” she gasps. “God, yes.”

I watch her face as Corbin pushes into that forbidden place, the wideness of her eyes, the tight pinch of her lips until he’s deep, lined up alongside me, wrapped up in all her tightness. Her body arches , caught between us, completely filled. Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp.

“Easy,” I pant, wrapping her legs around my waist. “ We’ve got you.”

We move slowly at first, taking turns to ease in and out like we’re riding a skittish horse. Her hands grip Corbin’s arms. Her eyes meet mine.

And then we find that rhythm, that friction, that perfect sync . Every time Corbin rocks in, I press forward. She moans, body trembling, her pussy clenching around me with each stroke.

“Look at you,” I whisper. “Taking both of us. Letting us fill you.”

“You’re so good, Grace,” Corbin pants. “So fucking perfect. So made for all of us.”

Her breath stutters. Her thighs quake. She’s close again.

And in record time, so are we. I can’t even feel bad about not lasting longer because no man could restrain himself while experiencing such perfection.

I lean forward, my forehead pressed to hers. “Come with us, baby. Come first, and then we’ll fill you together.”

Maybe it’s the fullness. Maybe the amount of stimulation pressed between the two of us.

Maybe it’s the overwhelming sense of being claimed completely, all the eyes on her, the other men stroking their dicks at the sight of her nakedness.

Maybe it’s the ultimate release of letting go of all her inhibitions, or maybe it’s my words and the nudge of my hips against her clit, but she does, and her whole body jerks and shakes as she climaxes, a hoarse scream tearing from her throat, her pussy clamping down so hard I lose control and Corbin stops moving.

“Fuck,” I choke, hips snapping forward as I spill deep inside her.

Corbin follows a heartbeat later, his mouth on her shoulder, groaning her name as he pumps her ass full.

We hold her gripped between us, panting, trembling, and completely undone.

Her body’s soft in our hands, pliant and warm, her skin slick with the sweat and heat of everything she’s taken tonight. Corbin’s arms are still wrapped around her chest, holding her up like she might float away if he let go. I’m still buried inside her, trying to remember how to breathe.

She looks up at me, then cups my cheek so tenderly I can’t meet her eyes anymore.

Something inside me shifts .

It’s more than the sex and the fact that we finally had her like we’ve all been aching to and claimed her as ours. It’s like she sees me. Really sees me .

I’ve been wanted before. Plenty of times. Mostly for the way I fill out a pair of jeans, or how I carry a calf across the yard like it weighs nothing. For what I can give people. What I can do . What they can take from me.

But this?

Grace is looking at me and touching me like I’m more than that, and I don’t know how to respond.

“You don’t have to run,” she whispers. “I see you.”

My eyes flick to hers, and my heart stutters at the warmth there.

I nod once, jaw tight, thickness sitting in my throat. I brush a hand over her cheek, my thumb catching on the damp corner of her mouth.

I don’t say anything.

I stay.

We all do.

And even with everything that’s happened and the scent of sex still thick in the air, it doesn’t feel like an ending.

It feels like the start of something I’ve never believed I was good enough to be part of.