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Two moves to my side and angles my face to him, his thumb hard against the curve of my jaw. “I knew you’d give in… Kiss me, pet. Show me how much you want me.”

His wide, satisfied smirk brings out my mischievous side, and I press a finger to his lips instead. “After the hell you put me through in training, I should just make you watch until the very end.”

He’s always playing games, but he looks downright terrified by the threat. “Please, don’t.” He grips a fist of his hair, leaving it all disheveled. “I beg you.”

Three’s chuckle rumbles on my shoulder as he kisses a fiery trail down my hairline to my shoulder blade and wraps me up from behind.

Two holds himself away, his eyes dark and desperate. “Don’t cast me aside.” He reaches for my hand and places a quick, tender kiss on my wrist. “I’m sorry.” His nose wrinkles, and the next words come out gruff, like the very thought of an apology is heresy. “I should have treated you better, and I promise to do so in the future.”

My brows lift in surprise. “I accept your apology.”

I smile, and he bends down, angling my face to him once more. His lips are hard and yet soft on mine, and I reciprocate the kiss tenfold. All that was left of my inhibitions and fear-laced thoughts vanish along with the feel of his mouth. Two swallows the darkness inside me drop for drop, ravenous for more.

Three unhooks the little clasp in the middle of my bra, and the fabric feathers to the ground. My mouth hangs open on a gasp as Two pulls back and drinks in the sight of my bare chest. Three covers my breasts with his hands and tests the feel of them, still standing directly behind me.

I lean into his touch. “Oh, please.”

One licks the sensitive spot below my navel and hooks his fingers under the hem of my pants, pulling them down and peeling them off my legs one side at a time. He kisses my inner thighs, both hands holding on to my waist, and his mouth slowly inches closer to my heat. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

Two sneaks a hand down to my folds to test his brother’s claim and growls, “Soaked, in fact.” He sinks one finger inside me without preamble and quickly brings it to his mouth for a taste. The devious way he licks off my arousal from his finger destroys my brain.

One takes advantage of the moment to kiss the space between my thighs. Holy hells! My hips buck, and my legs threaten to give out under me, but Three holds me upright. He bites down on my earlobe, the flash of pain delicious and new. It keeps me grounded as Two plays with my breasts, treating them as though they were made to be used and abused by him. Three finally lowers the piece of silk back over my eyes with a playful slap on my ass.

In the dark, each of their touches is multiplied tenfold. It’s easy to feel the difference between Three’s sensual lips, Two’s impatient hands, and One’s fierce grip.

“I can still tell you apart.”

“For now, maybe. But when you’re high with pleasure, you won’t be able to remember your own name, let alone discern which one of us is inside you,” Two says.

My heart somersaults.

“I’ve got you, kitten.” One hooks my leg over his shoulder. I grip a fist of his hair and close my eyes, my head falling back on Three’s shoulder.

I shudder, more vulnerable than ever, and yet feeling more powerful than a king as One’s tongue pushes me to the brink of a sweet, sweet death.

Two claims my mouth again with a rough kiss, and the spicy, salty scent of my arousal invades my senses. Three holds my back to his chest and sucks on my earlobe, one hand wrapped around my midriff.

Somehow, the thought that they’re both here, watching One pleasure me, makes it even better, and the shame of it never comes.

The pressure of their tongues both hurts and liberates me, and I writhe for more friction. One stretches me open, sinking two fingers inside me. Without mercy, he rubs a secret spot near my pubic bone that sends electric zaps of pleasure across my belly until I’m panting. “Yes!”

But he stops right there—at the edge of the precipice.

I choke on a sob. “Please, One. I want you inside me.” The clench between my thighs aches, wild and dangerous.

A hard hand curls around my throat. “Just him?”

“All of you.”

Two strong pairs of arms guide me to the bed, and the mattress hits the back of my knees, forcing me to perch on the edge. They keep me right there, legs dangling. The sound of a zipper and the soft thump of discarded fabric fills me with anticipation. The hollowness in my belly throbs for One to make me his, and I spread my legs wider as an invitation. “Please.”

“Fuck, kitten,” One gasps, and the tip of his hardness teases my forbidden, sensitive flesh.

Cold air blows across my breasts, and my brows furrow. “I can only feel one of you. Where did the others go?”

“We’re all here,” One whispers in the crook of my neck, and just like Two promised, their touch blurs together.

“I don’t?—”