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“Sure you can, baby,” Wicker says, running his fingers down her cheek. “Just relax.”

Every muscle in her body tenses. Her thighs quiver and her asshole clenches around my finger.

I lick the rim of the bottle, tasting the champagne. The urge to fuck her with my cock is deliriously strong, but I know I’ll shoot my wad the second I get in, and that goes against the rules. But this? I think, removing my finger to make room,thisI can do.

“Wait,” Wicker says, bending over and swiping his tongue over her hole. Verity lurches forward, groaning against Lex’s chest. He licks and sucks, getting her nice and ready. “There.” he pushes his finger in easily. “She’s ready.”

“I’m not,” she cries, looking up at Lex. “Don’t let them do this to me!”

“He can do whatever he wants,” Lex says. “To the victor, remember?”

Wicker spreads her cheeks, giving me a better view of that perfect, pristine asshole. Edging the bottle up to her tight hole, I rest a hand on her back, “Breath, Rosilocks, this is just another test. Like all the others.”

How much can she take?

Her breath hitches, but I feel her trying to relax. I massage the area, opening her with my fingers before nudging the bottle in. The green glass vanishes into the pink flesh and she moans in response.

“Jesus.” Wicker fists his cock.

Lex’s fingers are still working her cunt, and I catch up to their rhythm, pushing the neck of the bottle in a little deeper with each thrust. Her body trembles and Lex holds her upright, until the chime of a watch beeps in the room, signaling midnight.

“Wick,” Lex commands. “Fuck her.Now.”

Wicker springs up, tearing his shirt off, and I pull out the bottle. Verity cries out and I trade places with him, finally getting a good look at her rosy face.

“Lex,” she says, something both needy and morose in her tone as she grasps his shoulders.

He looks up, meeting her gaze. “Be good. I’ll give you what you need.”

Her fingers dig notches into his shoulders as Wicker nudges in behind her, tipping her hips back. He enters her with a rough groan, the look on his face agonized, yet euphoric. “Goddamn,” he grunts, snapping his hips into her. “So fucking wet already.Fuck.”

“You’re welcome,” I say, dragging my lip through my teeth as I fist my cock. I can’t come, but I don’t need to. Already did. It’s part of what’s slicking the way for my brother as he fucks into her.

The other part probably has something to do with how Lex is mouthing at her tit, his fingers rubbing skillfully at her clit as Wicker punches into her.

“I swear to god,” he grunts, yanking her hips back into him, “if either of you say anything about how quick this is, I’ll cut your fucking balls off.”

I laugh, but my gaze is trained on Verity, watching the little bursts of air that escape her plump lips. The sad thing about Lex’s little issue is that he’s actually a total fucking stud in the sack. His fingers work her over and she’s like putty in his hands, using his frame for support, seeming to care more about that than Wicker’s brutal thrusts into her from behind.

“Fucking fuck,” Wick growls, slamming into her hard. He pumps into her, making his deposit in record time.

It’s kind of hilarious–and unbearably fucking hot–that after Wicker spills inside of her and pulls out, she continues to chase her own pleasure, focusing on Lex. Wicker’s barely pulled out when Lex does this little flick of his wrist, and Verity seizes, mouth falling open on a shocked cry.

Staring up into her eyes, Lex’s jaw is set as he pulls the orgasm from her aggressively, like he’s the one fucking her. The pained expression on his face reveals there’s nothing he wants more, but one glance at his pants makes it clear that shit’s still out of service.

“Bro,” I say, elbowing Wicker. His chest heaves from exertion, but he looks at her, her eyes fluttering shut as she rides Lex’s hand.

“Whatever,” Wicker says, but he’s watching, and I see the spark of jealousy in his eye. He can fuck her a dozen times a day, but he’ll never hear those little cries of ecstasy falling from her lips. He’s too selfish.

I’m selfish too, butgoddamnI like seeing her like this. Begging for it. Never getting enough. Pussy so desperate for the Ashby brothers that she’ll do whatever it takes. Once the tremors stop, she attempts to slump against Lex, but he’s already standing, pushing her off.

“Go get cleaned up.” I jerk my thumb back to the showers. She pads past me, eyes glazed, tits red and abused with two kinds of cum dripping down her legs.

Once the shower turns on again, I grab the empty bottle off the bench and hold it in the air. “We’re the victors,” I say, looking each of them in the eye, “but our win doesn’t come from a pound of flesh.”

“To create…” Lex starts,

“... is to rein,” Wicker finishes.