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Knox is about to understand.

In a ridiculously short amount of time, he whips his gaze to mine.

“Close already?” Aiden pauses, a groan vibrating Poppy’s breast.

Her cute toes curl in the fuck-nest and her fists drum on the fabric beside her. “Don’t stop. Please. Right there. Again. I need it.”

“You heard our beauty.” I pet Knox’s flank. “You’re not going to quit. Not this time. You’re going to come. Flood that tight pussy. Make a mess of it and pump it full of your seed.”

“Too soon,” he grunts while he keeps fucking as if his hips aren’t responding to his brain.

Normally, I’d pull him back. Physically, if necessary.

I keep him in check when he’s not able to do it himself.

Everything about tonight is different—special, indulgent, and reckless.

“Don’t worry.” I grin at our partner. “Aiden will get you hard again while he’s taking his turn.”

“Oh!” Poppy gasps and shudders, on the brink of falling with Knox.

“Fuck!” Aiden’s cock jerks, and a bit of precome spurts from his tip onto Poppy’s hipbone. I swipe it off onto my index finger. Normally I’d feed it to Knox, or lick it off myself.

Tonight, I slip my finger beside Knox’s dick and tuck it into Poppy’s pussy.

It feels so wrong it’s right. Opposite of everything we’ve always feared and avoided.

Dangerous. Forbidden. Perfect.

“I’m going to—” Knox strains, the tendons in his neck standing out as he slams home, pushing the fluid even deeper into our beauty.

“Good boy.” I pat his ass. “Blow.”

Of course, as I say it, I’m staring at Poppy. She’s transfixed. Could our interactions do more for her arousal than the steady pumping of Knox’s dick or the suckling of Aiden’s lips?

Her eyes roll back and she comes. Hard.

Milking Knox’s cock so that he has no hope of resistance.

Ever helpful, I glide my hand down Knox’s back—slick with perspiration—and grab his ass. If my fingers slip into his crack, rimming his tight hole, I figure it will only make him come that much harder and increase our chances of getting what we really want from our beauty.

An heir for me.

A family for Aiden.

And a hell of a good time for Knox.

A shudder runs through him before he caves, unloading every drop of his release in the far reaches of her pussy. Giving his swimmers the best chance of making it to their destination.

“That’s right.” I fist one hand in his hair, tugging with exactly as much force as he prefers. The other goes to Poppy’s throat.

My fingers fit perfectly along the line of the chain we put there.

I swear the energy of their climaxes runs through me, electrifying me as they come apart in each other’s arms, and my hands.

Aiden’s chest heaves as if he’s just come home from one of his long morning runs.

“Almost,” I promise him. “Let them finish.”