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B reath hisses through gritted teeth as I sink into Briar’s impossibly tight channel inch by torturous inch. Christ, it feels like I’m trying to shove my cock through a vice with how snugly her walls clutch me—the molten heat searing along every rigid inch as I slowly bottom out.

Briar’s back arches into a perfect bow beneath me, every muscle in that lithe frame tensing to its limits as a strangled whimper slips free. Panting harshly, I lean forward to rest my forearm flush against her sweat-slicked skin, bracing myself as I bow my head

“Fucking hell,” I grit out, the rasp grating against my throat. Squeezing my eyes shut, I fight through the dizzying urge to start pistoning into her with reckless abandon. “You’re so bloody tight, princess. Like a scorching little vice clamped ‘round my cock.

With a herculean effort, I force myself still—allowing Briar a few heartbeats to acclimate to the dual, obscene intrusion ravaging her from both ends. Only once her trembling begins to ease do I dare withdraw a fraction, that delicious friction dragging another ragged groan from my depths.

Briar shudders violently at the motion, fingers scrabbling for purchase against the springy turf as her head shakes minutely back and forth in fevered denial. Her protest melts into a guttural moan as I slide back home slowly, every slick inch sheathing itself in her welcoming heat.

Grinding upwards with a punishing roll of those lean hips, Arius hilts himself fully inside Briar once more. The action punches a breathy exhalation from her parted lips, eyes fluttering open and shut in rapid blinks as sensory overload washes over her features in a dizzying wave.

It’s fucking gorgeous, watching her struggle to process each delicious torment, every flutter and clench of those velvety walls rippling around my aching length. I’ve never been more grateful for the hours spent training myself to master the iron control needed for covert operations—otherwise, I’d have already blown my load like a randy teenager at the first exquisite squeeze of her body.

Motion in my periphery catches my eye, drawing my regard to where Jace and Hayes kneel in the grass on either side of Arius’ head. Two sets of pupils blown to fractured rings around eyes gone molten with naked hunger trace every subtle shift and twitch from Briar as the lads lazily stroke their swollen cocks with rough caresses.

There’s no mistaking the feral glint burning in his eyes as Jace angles his thick shaft towards Briar’s parted lips. “Open up, kitten,” he rasps in that gravel-rough baritone, free hand snaring a fistful of her sweat-damp strands to guide the blunt crown between those pouty lips. “Let me see what those pretty lips can do.”

The low snarl reverberating from beneath her prone form is our only warning before Arius’ hand whips out with blinding speed. His palm slams against Jace’s sac, thick fingers clenching in a vice-like grip that has the blonde’s spine bowing in a graceless arch. “Easy, mate,” Arius growls, pewter eyes boring into Jace with an unmistakable threat simmering in those icy depths. “One wrong move and you’ll be singing soprano for the rest of your fucking life.”

The whimper that escapes Jace sounds more enthralled than pained. Figures the sick bastard gets off on this twisted game of submission and control. His hips stutter forward once, twice, each thrust forcing an inch more of that rigid length past the seam of Briar’s mouth as his eyes roll back. From the opposite side, Hayes watches the proceedings with a dark, half-lidded stare—lazily fisting his cock in tandem with every forward rock of Jace’s hips.

Another tremor rattles my frame as I process the full depravity of our situation. Four of us taking this one slip of a girl in every way imaginable, our cocks vying for the chance to ruin her from the inside out just to stake some primal claim of possession.

With a vicious snarl, I buck forward—the need to assert my dominance, to mark her as thoroughly as the others, overriding every other impulse. Briar jolts at the sudden onslaught, a muffled mewl vibrating around Jace’s length as I impale her to the root and maintain the deep, grinding strokes.

“Fuck, princess.” My lids flutter shut, the lush clench of her walls searing across every tingling nerve as I lose myself in the intoxicating rhythm. “Not sure if we’re gonna ruin you or if you’re gonna ruin us at this fucking rate.”

“Quit fucking stalling and just do it, . We don’t have all fucking night.”

I growl low in my throat at Arius’ barked command, every muscle tensing as I’m snapped back to the present moment. Bloody hell, he’s right—I can’t afford to get distracted and lose myself in the exquisite sensations rippling through me. Not when we’re rapidly running out of time for this twisted initiation rite.

Shifting my stance, I brace my knees more firmly in the dewy grass between Arius’ thighs and tighten my grip on Briar’s hips. With a subtle rock of my pelvis, I withdraw several inches, gritting my teeth against the scorching friction clinging to every ridge and vein.

Christ, if she doesn’t loosen up, I may be fucked.

Briar whimpers around Jace’s thick shaft stretching her lips obscenely wide, the broken sound vibrating straight to my core. I chance a glance down the lithe line of her arched spine to where Arius lays, sweat-slick muscles flexing with each shallow thrust into her soaked quim. He meets my stare head-on, eyes burning with a mixture of determination and self-loathing.

“Don’t just gawk, pretty boy,” he rumbles, the gravel-rough cadence reverberating through me like a physical caress. “Put that arse to work before I take over entirely.”

A violent shudder wracks my frame at the implied threat underlying those words. Because we both know Arius would absolutely lose his shite if this was all for nothing, if the Order deemed this Hunt a failure. I probably wouldn’t survive whatever retribution he may decide to dole out if he thought it was my fault.

I force my focus back to the task at hand, drawing Briar’s hips flush against my lap once more. The exquisite heat of her welcoming me back home punches a guttural groan from my depths. Then I’m moving, finding an unhurried cadence as I pump into her in shallow, measured strokes.

The delicious drag of her inner muscles fluttering and clenching around my shaft is almost too much stimulation. But I grit my teeth and power through the mind-numbing pleasure, working into a steady rhythm—pulling her back to impale that greedy cunt and arse on our cocks, then rocking forward to nudge her face down onto Jace’s length.

It’s like an obscene metronome, Briar’s body swaying between the three of us in a delicious pattern. With each backward tug, her hips connect against my groin with a lewd smack. And every time I push her forward to withdraw, Jace’s cock slips deeper into that slack little mouth.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Jace groans from his spot beside Arius’ head, hips rolling in shallow thrusts to feed more and more of his impressive length between those puffy lips. A distinct sheen of sweat gleams over his brow, golden strands plastered to his temples by the physical exertion. “Work that throat around my cock, kitten. You’re doing so fucking well.”

Briar’s only response is a strangled whine muffled by the thick shaft clogging her throat. The obscene sounds escaping her—those needy little whimpers and mewls—send a frisson of dark heat licking along my nerve endings. I chance a glance down, stomach clenching at the glazed, pleasure-drunk expression warping her delicate features from the slight profile view I can see.

With a soft sigh, Jace reaches across the scant inches separating him from Hayes, knuckles grazing the other man’s stubbled jaw in a blatant attempt to draw his focus. “Hey… She’s loving this, mate,” he pants, those verdant eyes glittering with a hint of desperation. “Need you to watch—focus on me, drag?. It’s just us, OK?”

Licking his lips, Hayes nods almost imperceptibly, pupils blown wide around those dark, hooded irises. His shoulders rise and fall in rapid, shallow breaths as he visibly struggles to maintain the tenuous threads of his control.

For my part, I simply double down on the punishing tempo. Each retreat has my cock sliding against Arius’ own impressive girth in a delicious friction that sears pleasure straight to my gut. The sensation is familiar, if not frequent, in our line of work.

A ragged groan punches free as a new wave crests over me. Every ridge and vein in Arius’ cock drags deliciously through the thin barrier separating us, the ladder adding a delicious hint of torment with each inward thrust against the underside of my own shaft. I’ve felt the ribbed texture of his cock’s unique adornment before when we’ve shared a woman, but it never fails to jolt me like a live wire.

The rasp of skin against skin gradually escalates to a filthy crescendo, my sac audibly slapping against Arius’ stones in an obscene rhythm. My thighs tremble with the strain of maintaining our brutal tempo, sweat prickling between my shoulder blades to trickle in rivulets down my spine.

Gritting my teeth, I concentrate on chasing that blinding peak of ecstasy beckoning just out of reach. My spine bows as I lean over Briar’s prone form, close enough I can smell the dirt and leaves that are clinging to her hair from her earlier flight through these woods.