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I come again, shaking hard with the force of the pleasure tearing its way through me. My pussy clenches hard, and Tristan laps up every single drop of my release.
“You’re such a queen,” he says as he hands me off to Dom. “And we’re honored to be your thrones.”
“Ours,” Xavier agrees. “Our queen to spoil and pamper and wear out.” He winks, and it promises that they aren’t done with me just yet.
They make me come so many times between them that I lose track, each orgasm flowing into the next until I’m hazy and spent from it all.
I manage one more for Xavier and then collapse onto the bed, breathing hard. My head is spinning and every bone in my body feels like it’s turned to jelly.
“I can’t believe you did that,” I pant, staring at the ceiling. “Holy shit.”
I lift my head and see the three of them kneeling around me. They’re clearly hard, their cocks tenting their pants and begging for attention.
I came so many times, but they haven’t yet.
“I want your cum,” I tell them. “Please can I have it?”
“Fuck, little bird,” Dominic growls. He’s the first to rip his pants open, hauling out his cock. The other two follow suit, surrounding me as they start to jerk off.
I watch with rapt attention as they do, mouthwatering while they work themselves up. Their breathing is heavy, and their hands fly over their cocks, proof of how turned on they are from everything that just happened.
“Please,” I beg, looking from one to the other to the next. “Please give it to me. I need it.”
“You’re gonna get it,” Xavier grunts, hips bucking. “We’re gonna cover you in our cum. In our scent.”
Fuck, the thought of it makes me shiver, and a few moments later, he’s the first to gasp and start to come. Hot white jets of fluid splatter me, and he milks out every last drop from his knot so nothing gets left behind.
Tristan and then Dominic follow, both of them painting me with their cum and making sure I get all of it on me.
I lean in, licking each of their cocks clean, savoring the salty tang of their release.
We don’t even bother to clean up after that. Instead, we just curl up in bed together, warm and sated.
My worries seem far away here, and for the first time, I truly believe that no matter what happens, nothing is going to tear us apart. They’ve been with me through this whole ordeal, and I feel like I’m right where I belong.
I bite my lip as that thought sparks the urge to make this permanent. To be with them forever. I’ve never wanted that before, never even thought I would, but with the three of them, I definitely do.
Chapter 49
Penelope
I wake up in the morning the way I always want to wake up—surrounded by my men. Their scents are heavy in the air, mingled with my own, and that’s becoming the scent of love and safety to me.
I yawn, stretching in bed, and an arm tightens around me, pulling me close to a strong, warm chest. Xavier’s.
“It’s too early to be wiggling around,” he murmurs into my hair. “Go back to sleep.”
“I’m awake now,” I whisper back. “Can’t help it.”
He hums under his breath, nuzzling against me. His hand wanders a bit, going from being splayed over my stomach to curving over my hip and down the side of my thigh.
“This is how I want to wake up every morning,” he says.
I smile, amused and touched in equal measure. “Funny. I was just thinking the same thing.”
“Great minds and all that,” he mumbles back with a yawn.
I’m considering drifting back off despite what I just said, when the insistent buzzing of a phone on the nightstand shatters the peace of the morning.