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Michio continued to pump, his lips locked on Jesse’s neck, and his smoldering gaze fixed on me. A moment later, he tore his mouth away, dropped his head back with fangs tinged in blood, and groaned. His hard-packed muscles shook with his climax. Then he pulled out, and his heated gaze turned to Roark.

“Hold the feck on, Doc.” Roark pointed at him. “I told ye I wanted to be inside her when we did this.”

Michio gave a stiff nod as Jesse slipped from my pussy and sat back on his heels, visibly shaken.

I leaned toward him, as much as my belly would allow, and touched his whiskered jaw. “Are you okay?”

He gave me a dark look, the only warning I got, and attacked my mouth. His tongue coiled with mine frantically and passionately, answering me in the best way imaginable. Too soon, he broke the kiss and lifted me into his lap with my back to his chest. His hands slid around my stomach, caressing in soft, wide circles, covering the entire expanse of my bump as he reclined back against the arm of the couch.

Michio stepped back, cleaned himself with a towel, and reapplied the lube. Roark passed him a curious glance then moved in toward Jesse and me, burrowing between our legs. First his mouth and that sinful tongue, licking and sucking my swollen flesh. Then his hips, spreading my thighs and taking Jesse’s legs with them.

Given the size of my belly, it would’ve been easier to turn around and let him take me from behind. That had become our go-to position. But they were doing this for me, so that I could enjoy the pleasure of watching them.

Roark bent over us, careful not to put weight on the baby, and looked at Jesse behind me. “Did it hurt?”

The vulnerable question made my heart pang. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I’m talking about the teeth, love.” He leaned in and nipped at my breast then raised a brow at Jesse.

“You want me to admit I liked it,” Jesse said in a bored tone.

Michio tossed the lube and stepped behind Roark. “He liked it. I felt his shudder from his neck all the way to his toes.”

Jesse didn’t respond, but his cock was already swelling against my back.

I groaned. “God, none of you will need recovery time now. With your greedy bodies in a constant state of hardness, I’m probably going to start walking funny.”

Roark grinned and palmed my belly. “Ye mean, waddle funny?”

“Fuck off.” I grinned back.

Michio reached behind Roark and did something with his hand that made Roark lower his head and moan. “The effects of the bite will be gradual. At least it was for me. Small changes over the first month.” He shifted, lining his cock to Roark’s backside, and wrapped his hands around Roark’s hips. “Roark?”

Anchoring his arms beneath my knees, Roark raised my lower body to meet his hips and entered me, inch by teasing inch. He quickly found his pace, stroking my inner walls, grunting, and staring into my eyes. Each long glide of his shaft shot sparks of sensations down my legs, teetering me on the edge of orgasm. Jesse’s lips on my neck and hands wandering my body only heightened my arousal.

Michio took him the same way he’d taken Jesse, fangs in his neck and one hard thrust, fucking him furiously, which only seemed to make Roark hungrier, needier, and more aggressive. I would never tire of watching them together, their powerful bodies and husky groans, working harder, reaching deeper, and seeking their pleasure.

But what captivated me the most were the affectionate touches. Jesse’s hand gliding over Roark’s where he pinched my nipple. And Michio’s thumb lightly stroking Roark’s jaw as he held Roark’s neck against his mouth.

As Roark and Michio trembled through their orgasms, I moaned with them, and let the sights and sounds of all three of them take me over. Their panting breaths, impassioned groans, every flex and bunch of their gorgeous bodies overwhelmed me with happiness.

We didn’t stop after that, those initial releases only taking the edge off. We moved to the shower near our room, where they took turns fucking me under the fall of water. I’d never seen them so wound up and insatiable. They touched each other without hesitancy, tongues sliding together, and eyes connecting without embarrassment or regret. It was as if something had unlocked between them, the power to openly express companionship and love, the permission to freely act on desires, whatever it was seemed to lift a veil from around us, one I hadn’t even known was there.

Eventually, obligations pulled us away from one another. For the rest of the afternoon, we ate, visited with the never-ending queue of people outside, and ate again.

But by nightfall, we returned to our room, where they explored one another, openly, hungrily, and always with me at the center of their focus. When they weren’t stretching and filling every hole in my body, they were fucking each other, watching me, feeding off the desire in my eyes. Michio never bottomed, but Jesse and Roark swapped positions with each other in a whirlwind of deep thrusts, bruising hands, rasping growls, driven and vicious.