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“There she is,” Ayden murmurs. “You can’t leave us, Kitten. No one else exists.”

“We’re all that matters,” Sidney growls, sliding almost all the way out before thrusting up. I gasp, and I stop thinking. All that matters is every nerve ending that lights up as Sidney fucks me.

Ayden takes advantage of my head resting on Sidney’s shoulder, immobilizing it so that he can fuck my throat. The piercing feels a bit cooler than the rest of him, and it heightens the experience as he fucks my throat. Soon, all I can smell is his masculine scent of musk and amber.

I can’t see because Ayden’s body blocks out the world, I can’t breathe because his cock pushes me to my limits. Saliva drips from the corners of my mouth, and my nose is running, but all I care about is driving him wild. My fingers make indentations in his ass, but he just grunts.

“You squeeze as hard as you need to,” Ayden groans. “Your throat is a vise, and your body is mine to play with.”

“Ayden, her pussy is so tight. She’s strangling me, fuck, my balls are screaming for mercy, Pet,” Sidney wheezes in my ears. “Dammit, I’m not going to last. Come for me. I demand it.”

I can’t say anything as I suck and swallow around Ayden. I want to come, I’m close. I need a little more…

Fuck me. The world whites out as Sidney slaps my clit as he twists his hips while he rocks up into me. I squeal, the only noise I can make as Ayden gives me just enough air before obliterating my airway with his dick. Spots of black and white dance through my vision once I can see again and Sidney’s hands massage the inside of my thighs. I know he’s up to something.

My G-spot is getting a work out, and I could possibly come from that alone, but Sidney is an overachiever. If I’m not almost passed out after he’s done, he’s not happy. Just as I get used to them using me together, Sidney rubs my clit insistently.

“Oh Kitten, come for us,” Ayden gasps. “Gods, yes, please.”

In true Sidney fashion, he pinches my clit at the same time that he does my nipple. My body writhes, and ceases to exist. My eyes roll as I explode, and suddenly Ayden rips his cock away from me. Ropes of cum splash over my open mouth and breasts, my tongue out to catch his sweet flavor.

Sidney roars as he fills me with his cum, his face buried in my neck. My chest is heaving, my lungs happy to have oxygen returned to them, and I feel lightheaded. I am pretty sure I have cum on my eyelashes and I blink furiously.

“Hold on, Mistress,” Kenzo murmurs, and he wipes it away with a wet cloth. I don’t know where he found water, but I rasp out a "thank you". He stares down at me, a worshipful grin on his face. “You’re so damn beautiful, and utterly covered in cum.”

I giggle because it’s true, and his eyes cut to Sidney. “I think a quick dip in the freezing river is in order,” Sidney chuckles. “I promise there will be hot chocolate after, Pet. Off you go, Falcon. We’ll follow.”

I squeak as I’m pulled from Sidney’s cock, and Kenzo carries me off over his shoulder with my pants around my ankles. The boys whoop and laugh, carrying my things.

They’re insane and utterly mine.

Twenty-One

ANDRYA

Silla emerges from the woods with a cum drunk smile. Her hair is wet and now in a braid, and… is that dirt on her forehead?

“Did you have fun, Baby?” I tease her, pulling out a bottle of water and handkerchief to clean her face. I’m practically a Girl Scout with how prepared I am.

“I did,” she says happily. Kal’s jaw drops slightly at the sight of her as I kiss her lips. He looked like he wanted to save her as her screams bounced through the forest, and I had to tell the people who lived just outside of the village that they were playing hide and seek. Nothing to see here, folks.

“Why is your hair wet, Silla?” I ask, smirking as I clean off her forehead. I’m glad they at least bundled her tightly in her clothes.

“Falcon threw me into the river,” she says, rolling her eyes. “I was promised hot cocoa for being a good girl.”

“Silla, you can have whatever you want after being such a good girl for us,” Grayson growls, and I shiver with Silla. Godsdamn, that’s new. I guess my libido really is waking up again.

“Fuck me,” I whisper, eyes wide. Gray looks at me in surprise and smirks. “Silla wants hot chocolate, so we should totally do that right now.”

“That wasn’t very sly,” Kal murmurs as he walks next to me.

“Shh,” I laugh. The kid is sweet, but almost too much so. Our world is dangerous, and even Silla likes things that nice boys can’t deliver on.

“So you’re really okay, Silla?” he asks, his eyes searching for bumps, bruises, or signs that she didn’t love every moment of that fucked up chase.

“I am,” Silla says, with a goofy look on her face. My girl is definitely dickmatized.

“I don’t understand what happened at all,” Kal says, shaking his head.