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Oz sets a maddeningly controlled pace. Each stroke is slow and intentional, designed to make me feel every inch. Zaire’s earlier urgency fades behind it, igniting a new kind of fire deep within me.

“Your cunt feels like fucking heaven, solnishko,” he groans behind me. “Tight, wet, greedy. I’ll never get enough of this.”

Talon kneels in front of me, his cock thick and hard, gripped in his hand. “Show me what that pretty mouth can do, princess.”

I open for him without hesitation, wrapping my lips around him and sucking with the same hunger Oz is feeding behind me. I take him deep, cheeks hollowing as I bob my head in rhythm with Oz’s thrusts. I am stretched between them, used from both ends, and I have never felt more wanted. More undone.

The position leaves me vulnerable and exposed. Every nerve is alive with sensation, every inch of me claimed. It’s overwhelming. The kind of surrender that sends heat flooding through my veins, fierce and all-consuming.

Zaire leans against the headboard, chest heaving, sweat glistening across his skin. “Look at her,” he says to his brother, voice hoarse with pride. “Taking both of you like she was fucking made for it.”

Oz's rhythm falters slightly at his twin's words, his fingers digging into my hips. She was made for this,” he agrees. “Made for us.”

“You need to see this,” Talon groans, his voice strained as he fights for control. “The look on her face when she's being filled from both sides…it's fucking art.”

I’m caught between them, suspended in pleasure as Oz’s pace increases, his controlled rhythm unraveling into something raw and primal. Each thrust drives me forward onto Talon, creating a relentless loop of sensation that has me moaning around his length.

Z moves from his position at the headboard, sliding beneath me with serpentine grace. His hands cup my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples with just enough pressure to make me gasp.

“We're going to ruin you for anyone else,” he promises, his breath hot against my ear as he twists beneath me.

Oz's rhythm stutters as he nears his peak, his fingers biting into my flesh with bruising force. “Fuck,” he hisses, his control finally fracturing. “I can't?—”

He drives into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he comes with a guttural groan. The sensation of him pulsing inside me triggers another climax that tears through me like lightning, my body clenching around him as stars burst behind my eyelids.

Talon pulls out of my mouth just as the cry rips free from my throat. His eyes are wild with hunger, his cock still hard and untouched while Oz collapses against my back, breath ragged and spent.

“I’ve waited long enough,” Talon rasps, voice thick as he guides me into position. Oz slips free, leaving my limbs heavy and boneless, pleasure-drunk and aching. Talon lifts me with effortless strength, laying me on my back like I’m something precious he intends to claim fully. He spreads my thighs wide, his grip firm and possessive, like he already owns every inch of me.

“I want to see your face when I make you come.”

Zaire shifts beside me, dragging his fingertips up my slick stomach. His touch is lazy but full of intent as he watches Talon settle between my legs.

“Think you can take more,moya koroleva?” His voice curls against my ear like silk soaked in sin. “Or have we finally found the edge of what that wicked little body can handle?”

I turn to him even as my thighs tremble. “I haven't met a limit yet.”

He hooks my legs over his shoulders, lining up with my entrance, and flashes a wicked smile.

“That’s my girl.”

He slams into me with one hard thrust, bottoming out in a single, brutal stroke that makes me cry out, my back arching offthe sheets. The stretch is intense, bordering on too much. My cunt is still raw and sensitive from being wrecked by Z and Oz, but I take him anyway. I want it. I need it.

Talon doesn't give me time to adjust. He starts moving immediately, pounding into me with controlled, punishing force.

“You’ve had two cocks in you, princess,” he snarls, voice thick with possession. “And you're still so fucking tight for me. Like your body knows who it belongs to.”

Every thrust pushes me closer to the edge, pleasure razor-sharp and laced with the burn of overstimulation. I’m wrecked, drenched, marked by all of them. And I wouldn’t stop it if I could.

The sensation is overwhelming, each nerve ending singing with overexposed pleasure as Talon fills me completely. I clutch at the silk sheets, trying to ground myself against the storm threatening to sweep me away.

“Look at me,” Talon commands. “I want to see those pretty eyes when you fall apart for me.”

I force my heavy lids open as he establishes a rhythm that’s both punishing and controlled. Every thrust lands exactly where I need him, his focus etched into the way he angles his hips for maximum impact.

Z stretches beside me, his fingers lazily skimming across my collarbone, eyes fixed on the fading bruises and bite marks painting my skin.

“She’s not walking into that court unclaimed,” he murmurs, a slow smile curling his lips. “She’s walking in marked—claimed—and there’s nothing Victor can do to take that away.”