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He never touched them like that. Never in such a sensual or suggestive way.

My gaze flew to Michio’s eyes, hoping, pleading, and he stared right back with unwavering intention.

Jesse kept himself relaxed, not a single flinch against Michio’s wandering touch, as he worked his fingers alongside Roark’s inside me. “That look right there on your face… Fuck, Evie. You’ve never asked us for this, but we know how badly you want it.”

It. They didn’t spell it out, but I desperately needed them to. I needed to know I wasn’t imagining it. “Say it. Tell me so I understand.”

Roark shifted to face me, his free hand sifting through my ponytail, lightly pulling. “We’re going to give you our virginities.”

My whole body ignited beneath a turbulence of uncertainty and hunger as I scanned the depths of Jesse’s and Roark’s eyes. I expected taut expressions and edgy gazes, but their faces were composed, confident, and accepting. They fully intended to let Michio fuck them. For me.

Roark released my ponytail, removed his fingers from between my legs, and reclined beside me on the couch. “We’ve been discussing this for months, love.”

So they weren’t rushing into it. They’d had time to talk through it, perhaps fight about it, and come to terms with it. But why?

Jesse’s kneeling position between my legs put him right in my view, with Michio on knees behind him, both of them watching me closely.

I leaned back on the couch, nude, struggling to breathe, and drenched in shock. “Don’t do this for me. You’ve already given me everything. I can’t… I mean, it would be a significant and wonderful moment to experience with you. No woman in her right mind would talk you out of this. But I know you guys.” I looked each man in the eyes as I addressed him. “Roark, you already gave me your virginity. And Jesse, you fiercely told me once you weren’t into dudes.” I turned to Michio. “When the four of us are in bed, your focus is always on me. You’ve never shown desire for them.”

Michio didn’t verbally object. No, he simply brushed his lips across Jesse’s shoulder.

It felt like my insides were splintering and exploding at the same time. I didn’t want them to do this as a means to console me in my final days. On the other hand, if they took their relationship to this level, it could solidify their future together.

Or wedge a mountain of shame between them.

I glanced away. “As much as I want you to be together in this way…” I squeezed my eyes shut. Was I really saying this? I blew out a breath and gave them a firm look. “I won’t enjoy it knowing you’re doing it solely for me. I’ll be wondering if you’re hating every minute of it, or if it will make things uncomfortable between you. What if it tore you apart?”

Michio’s hand remained on the waistband of Jesse’s briefs, his mouth hovering over Jesse’s shoulder, as he held my gaze. “I’m going to bite them, Evie. It serves a practical purpose, but you know as well as I do, it’s a deeply intimate act. Perhaps more intimate than sex. Since I trust Jesse and Roark with my life, biting them will bind us in a way that will expand all of our comfort zones.”

Because he expected to have an orgasmic reaction with them. My God, I loved the promise of that.

When he bit Elaine, he’d said he was too disgusted and enraged to become aroused. But that wouldn’t be the case with Jesse and Roark. He would likely respond to them the way he always did with me. With the exception of the time on the cliff, he’d never bitten me without viciously burying himself inside me, as if the bite was connected to the animalistic part of his nature and drawing blood instinctively turned him into a fucking, rutting beast.

I suspected this was why the conversation about anal sex was initiated. I could imagine Michio laying it all out matter-of-factly. If I bite you, there’s a ninety-six percent probability I will mount you and fuck you.

Jesse slowly thrust his fingers in and out of me, his gaze like liquid fire as he examined my face, my heaving chest, and my swollen flesh wrapped around his curling touch. Bowing over the roundness of my belly, he put his free hand on my shoulder, the position of his fingers deliberate, pressed against the bend of my shoulder and neck, his thumb stroking the pulse in my throat. A dominating grip, one that commanded me to submit to whatever they decided.

The nerves between my legs charged, and my lungs raggedly filled with air, my doubts vanishing with each spiking jump of my heart.

He leaned in. “Every time you watch us together, your breath picks up, your little nipples harden, and your pussy—”