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When Fallon’s stare turned glacial, Ryder began to laugh harder.

“You know that if you ever try to leave us, Fallon and Asher will quite literally tie you up and put you in the basement,” he said, wiping tears from his eyes. “And the rest of us would be more than willing to help.”

In confirmation, Asher winked. He was dripping in Rager blood, dead bodies around his feet, and a scar marred his face. Ryder wasn’t fucking kidding.

Why did that thought get me so turned on?

“You like that?” Fallon whispered, dropping to his knees before me. “You like knowing that you’re ours, just as we’re yours?”

Ryder moved to sit on the ground beside me, legs outstretched and eyes heated. Asher continued watching, moving to grab a discarded, clean tee-shirt and wiping at his face and hands.

Fallon’s fingers were tantalizingly soft as they climbed up my jeans. Over the material, he began to rub my suddenly throbbing pussy.

“Don’t ever fucking say that you’ll leave us again,” Fallon continued darkly.

I wanted to tell him that I was his - theirs - forever, but all I managed to do was moan. The girl who couldn’t stop speaking transformed into the girl who could only grunt and make weird noises. What was this world coming to?

Fallon’s hand trailed up to the waistband of my jeans, and he undid the snap and zipper. Eyes trained on me, with a look that promised both pleasure and punishment, he shimmied the pants off my legs. Ryder moved behind me and pulled my shirt over my head.

Dressed in only a mismatched set of bras and panties, I closed my eyes, head lolling back.

“Look at me,” Fallon demanded. My eyelids snapped open.

His own eyes emanated a voracious hunger - both primal and carnal. The heat in his gaze made me whimper.

“Who do you belong to?” As he spoke, his fingers resumed their gentle strokes over the dreaded fabric. I really should start going commando.

When I didn’t answer, arching my hips into his awaiting hand, he stopped. His fingers were a hair's breadth away from my dripping pussy. Ryder hovered over my breasts, tongue snaking out to lick his chapped lips.

“Tell your husbands who you belong to.”

My eyes flickered upwards. Ronan was still leaning out the car window, but his eyes were dark with lust. Asher freed himself from his pants. As I watched, he began to stroke himself.

“You guys,” I breathed, wiggling. I was desperate for them to touch me, to love me, to make me theirs so completely. I needed their hands and lips on me. I needed it more than I needed anything else in my life.

“Names,” Fallon said gruffly. His own cock made a large tent in his pants, and I preened, glad I was affecting him the way he was affecting me.

“Fallon. Ryder. Ronan. Asher. Tamson. Declan. Calax.”

Lust permeated the air.

Before I could beg, my bra was discarded, and Ryder’s lips devoured one of my aching nipples. I gasped at the sensation of his tongue swirling over my beaded bud.

My eyes closed instinctively, wave after wave of pleasure threatening to drown me. Ryder’s hand tweaked my other nipple, molding it into a sharp point.

“Eyes open,” Fallon demanded, and I obeyed instantly. He stood above me, his pants discarded and his large cock on display. His was definitely one of the longest and widest, a single vein running down the side. I reached out immediately, eager to touch it the way I knew he liked me to, but he stopped me, hands creating vises around my wrists. He grabbed the edges of my panties andripped. Fucking panty destroyer.

In one sure stroke, he sheathed himself within me. I gasped, adjusting to his girth, before I began to move my hips. He leaned down to capture my lips in a bruising, heated kiss. There was no denying the possessiveness as his tongue tangled with my own. He wanted me to know who I belonged to. Whohebelonged to.

He began to rock inside of me, hands tangling in my brown curls. My own hands were tangled in Ryder’s short hair, keeping his face on my breasts. Abruptly, he broke the kiss and turned my head to face Ryder’s cock, now free and erect.

“Suck him off, baby girl. Show me who you belong to.”

Without having to be told twice, I wrapped my lips around Ryder’s length and used my hand to cover the distance my mouth couldn’t reach. He hissed, hands tangling overtop of Fallon’s in my hair.

If there was a grading system for blowjobs, I would easily give myself a gold motherfucking star. Having seven husbands and only one vagina really taught you how to be creative.

I released his cock with a dramatic smacking noise. My tongue licked down his side, grazing my teeth over the sensitive skin the way I knew he liked. When I reached his balls, I took one in my mouth immediately, marking it with my saliva.