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F aye

As soon as the door to my room closes behind me, I turn and press my head to the door. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. My entire body is shaking with the euphoria of what just happened. It feels like when my brother and I were kids, and we would climb back to the shore after leaping from a cliff into the water. Exhilarating, then total, complete body exhaustion. Like our nervous systems were still trying to adjust to the fact that we were capable of jumping from a cliff’s edge.

Just the thought of Maverick’s large, rough hand under my skirt makes me flush again, my core tightening. My experience with Cayson and Ezra was incredible, but this was something new, something I can’t even compare with that experience. It’s like trying to decide if ice cream or cookies are better, when we all know that they’re both necessary to life. Being with these men… it’s like I’m discovering new nerve endings that weren’t there before.

“Faye,” someone says, and I let out a little shriek, jumping around and clapping a hand to my mouth.

Cayson is sprawled out on my bed, his feet propped up on the foot board, tossing a ball into the air and catching it. Ezra is sitting in the armchair calmly, but his fingers are tapping at the worn edge. His head cocks when he sees me, and I try to control my breathing.

“You scared me,” I whisper, taking a step closer to them and trying to calm my breathing.

How did I not notice they were there?

“How was your fishing trip with the feral?” Ezra asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

I clear my throat, embarrassed, sure they can smell the answer to that question, and I have no idea how I’m going to explain the crazy thing I did, especially when I don’t even understand it myself. Turning, I grab a glass from the counter and quickly fill it with water, wanting some sort of distraction from the question.

“We have to talk,” Ezra says, his voice very matter-of-fact.

“I know,” I tell him softly.

But what can I say exactly? The whole thing is terribly embarrassing. I got caught up in a feeling. In a moment. It doesn’t mean more than that. Does it?

“Faye,” Cayson says, and when I turn around again, he’s sitting up on the edge of the bed, his expression earnest, searching. “Do you think those ferals are your mates? Like they claimed? Do you feel the mating bond with them?”

I raise the glass, pressing the cool side to my cheek. My entire body feels like it's on fire, and remembering Maverick’s eyes, the way he stared up at me as I rode his hand in the boat, doesn’t help. Do I think they’re my mates? I don’t want mates, so does it matter?

“We’re not trying to pry,” Ezra says smoothly. “But you know that this affects us, too.”

“And our arrangement,” Cayson clarifies, but this feels like it’s about more than just our arrangement.

When I don’t answer, Ezra gives me a look and presses on. “Are Xander and Maverick your mates?”

It’s the question that’s plaguing me. Some instinct inside of me feels connected to all four of these men, but if Xander and Maverick are my mates, does that mean Cayson and Ezra are too? And if all four of them are mates, what does that mean for my future? For my quiet cabin?

“I don’t know,” I say finally, falling into the other arm chair, putting my head in my hands.

My braid falls over my shoulder, and I have to take a deep breath. Since getting to The Selection, it feels like I spend most of my day deep breathing to try and avoid the overwhelming rush of emotions constantly plaguing me. Whether it’s helping or not, I’m not sure.

“You don’t know?” Cayson asks, his tone light and playful as always, but there’s something more serious beneath. “How can you not know?”

How does anyone know? This whole thing is so strange and so confusing.

“There’s no handbook,” I say, shaking my head and tugging on the end of my braid. I can feel both of their eyes on me like I’m a performer on stage. “It’s not like I have anything to compare this to—how are you supposed to know if someone is your mate if you’ve never had a mate before? It’s not like an illness, where you can diagnose the problem from the symptoms.”

“Sure,” Ezra says, “shortness of breath, rapid heart rate, flushed skin?—”

“— errant thoughts ,” Cayson adds cheekily, raising his eyebrows at me suggestively.

I balk, laughing and putting my hands up so they can’t see the utter mortification on my face. “But those symptoms—minus the last one—are things that I’ve been experiencing since…since my brother. So how am I supposed to know if the feelings are from my connections with others, or just my standard neuroticism?”

“Easy,” Cayson says. “When you don’t want it to stop, it’s the first one.”

I flush again, but Ezra’s serious eyes are on me. Behind his eyes, he looks far older than his age. It’s like his soul knows more than he’s willing to let on, like he’s been through this before. He clears his throat and finally tears his eyes from me.

“How do you feel about the ferals?” Ezra asks. “Do they make your heart race, Faye?”

“I feel about them how I feel about the two of you,” I finally say, heart skipping a beat. It feels so vulnerable, sitting here in front of them, admitting that I feel something.

“Oh my gods, Faye,” Cayson says, his tone light but his eyes blown out, nearly black. “Do you have a crush on me?”

“On us,” Ezra clarifies, a little smile slipping over his face.

“Not a crush,” I laugh, reaching over and throwing a pillow at Cayson, who dodges the pillow easily, but forgets that his ball is in the air, so it bounces off the top of his head and ricochets toward Ezra, who catches it easily.

“Then what?” Ezra asks, turning his head, his eyes far too intent on me. “If not a crush, then what?”

It’s like he knows what I need to say, but I don’t know. What does he want me to say? I already told him the truth, I just don’t know. But there’s something between us that feels as powerful as the way I loved my brother, only different.

“Well,” I say, working the fabric of my skirt through my hands. Despite the fact that Maverick just pleased me—twice—my body is already wound up again, feeling tight and coiled, ready for someone to unwind me. “I don’t know. I feel it for all of you—you and Cayson and the ferals.”

“Speaking of what you feel for the ferals,” Cayson says, flipping over the bed so he’s sitting right in front of me, his knees close to mine. “Does it have anything to do with the way you smell right now?”

I feel like sinking into the floor. “It all just… happened so fast.”

Cayson grins. “That’s how it usually goes.”

Unable to help myself, I start to pace. “It was so easy before the two of you. I just stayed away from anyone and everyone. I didn’t feel connected to other people, I was just safe. Alone. But now, it’s like you’ve opened a door inside of me, and Maverick and Xander just came waltzing through it.”

Ezra stands and moves into my path, stopping me. “I understand what that feels like.” Our eyes meet and hold.

Feeling uncomfortable, I say, “I really do appreciate all you’ve done for me. In pretending to be my mates, you’ve helped me a lot, and I know it hasn’t always been easy.”

Ezra smiles. “You’ve helped us too, in ways you can’t even imagine.”

Cayson stands and stops beside us. “We could certainly have found worse ways to spend this Selection.”

“You like me,” I tease.

Cayson’s eyes darken. “You have no idea.” Then he kisses me. Hard.

When he pulls away, Ezra reaches out and takes my face in his big hands. “You’re impossible to resist.”

His kiss is fierce, demanding. His tongue slips into my mouth, and every stroke of his tongue does terrible things to me. I was already wet, my thighs damp from my fun with Maverick, but now it feels like my body is warming up for another round, and I don’t know how to calm myself down.

Ezra breaks our kiss, panting hard. “Damn it,” he mumbles, finally releasing my face.

I lick my lips as they both stare at me. “What should we do now?”

Cayson steps close enough that his body heat warms me. “What do you want to do now?”

I don’t know what to do or say. Surely, they know what I want, right?

Ezra’s captivating blue eyes lock onto mine. “It’s okay, Jelly Bean, you don’t have to say it. We’ll take care of you.” And there’s no denying his intention.

Still holding my eye contact, he reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it off, tossing it on the floor. My heart races as he undoes the zipper on my skirt and lets it fall to the floor. Kneeling down, he removes my shoes, then kisses his way up my thigh.

“Did that feral taste you, or just touch you?” he asks, his voice low and husky.

I’m breathing hard. “He touched me.”

Cayson moves behind me and undoes my bra with a flick of his wrist, then grabs it and lets it fall to the floor. His big hands cup my breasts as I lean back against him, and he begins kissing my neck. Ezra yanks down my panties, leaving the cool air to caress my bare skin. I barely have time to think when he spreads my legs wider and kisses the space between my thighs.

Ezra’s mouth blazes a trail along my slit before his tongue dives inside, and he begins to taste me like a man starved. My back arches, and Cayson flicks my nipples. The combination makes a wave of pleasure roll through my entire body, sending goosebumps erupting all over my body. My knees crumble, but Cayson keeps me on my feet.

I turn my head to Cayson, to tell him something, I don’t know what, but he captures my mouth with his, and that magic mouth of his leaves my head reeling. Both men are fucking gifts with their mouths, using their tongues to do things to me that bring me painfully close to the edge, without taking me over it.

Finally, Ezra pulls his lips from my pussy, and slowly comes to stand. Inches from me, he removes his clothes, one article at a time, his movements rushed. My eyes track every inch of flesh that he reveals, and my thighs squeeze together as my body begs for release. To touch myself. To do anything to calm the fire burning inside of me.

When Ezra is naked in front of me, his cock hard and dripping with precum, he grasps my hips and picks me up. I gasp and wrap my legs around his back. Instantly, his length presses into my wet folds, not entering me, just getting close enough to drive me wild.

Cayson circles to get a better look, removing his clothes with shaking hands and watching as Ezra slides in and out of my folds, drenching himself in my juices. When Cayson is finally naked, he wraps a hand around his cock, pumping himself as he stares at us.

“Jelly Bean?” Cayson pants.

“Y-yes,” I stutter.

“How would you feel about us both being inside you at the same time?”

At the same time? “How… how would that even work?”

“It could work so many ways,” he says, and his deep voice sends a chill down my spine. “But this time? I’d take your sweet ass, and Ezra would have your pussy.”

I’m breathing hard. I know deep inside that I’d let these guys do anything to me right now. “Will it hurt?”

“Not the way we’d do it,” he says, confidence and desire lacing his words.

I nod, liking the idea of them both inside me at the same time, even though it’s kind of hard to imagine having something in my ass be enjoyable. Still, these men have my trust. They’ve earned it.

Cayson moves behind me once more and runs his hands up and down my sides, awakening every nerve in my body. He takes a minute to run his erection through my folds, coating himself in my juices, before moving back. Ezra shifts and puts his tip at my entrance. I dig my nails into his shoulders as he eases his massive length into me one inch at a time. We’re both breathing hard, probably for different reasons, but I finally manage to take all of him.

He’s barely stopped when I feel Cayson behind me. His breath is hot in my ear, before he slides his fingers through my folds. Then he uses his hands to spread my ass. I expect him to jam his cock in, but instead, I jump a little as he starts to press a finger inside of me.

The sensation is strange. Ezra inside my pussy. Cayson’s finger in my ass. But as Cayson gets himself as deep as he can, he starts thrusting his finger in and out, and strange sensations move through me. I buck against him and Ezra, drawing in ragged breaths, wanting more than they’re giving me.

Cayson adds a second finger, and I’m surprised it doesn’t hurt. If anything, my body seems to be adjusting to fit him. It helps that Ezra isn’t moving. That I just have his hard length inside of me while I adjust to Cayson’s fingers.

Time passes, and I feel like I’m losing my mind. Cayson has four fingers inside my ass. He thrusts, hard sometimes, slow other times, while Ezra remains painfully still. My body’s tense. My mind is crazed. All I want is for them to make me orgasm the way they had last time, before I go completely insane, but they seem to have other plans.

And then Cayson pulls his fingers out of my ass. I tense, wondering what’s coming next, when he spreads my ass again. This time, his cock nudges my entrance, and then he sinks into my ass one inch after another. To my surprise, it really doesn’t hurt. It feels… tight, but good.

I hold Ezra tightly, our gazes locked as Cayson comes to his hilt. Then Ezra asks, “You okay?”

Nodding, I whisper, “I think it feels… good.”

Ezra smiles and kisses my neck. “Just wait.”

They start to move together, working like they’ve done this a thousand times before. Instantly, the sensation has me in complete shock. The rubbing of their two cocks against all my nerves makes it hard to breathe, hard to think. Even though they have such a careful rhythm, I can’t seem to care. I start to move between them, bucking and thrusting, trying to take them deeper and faster. They curse and start moving faster too to keep up with my rhythm, and it feels… amazing.

I throw back my head, chanting the word, “yes!” over and over again. Suddenly, my orgasm hits and I feel my body gushing with liquid as I ride them with abandon. Every nerve in my body is screaming with pleasure. Every muscle is tight. My head is spinning.

It takes Cayson less than a minute before his grip tightens on me, and he comes, right in my ass. And the feeling… it’s nice. Great. Amazing. Superb. Exceptional. I can’t quite find the right word. His cum coats my body, claiming me as his own.

Ezra is the last to go. A string of curses leave his lips and then his hot seed is spilling into me, making my channel wetter. Knowing that I got them off, feeling them inside of me, it makes another orgasm wrack my body that keeps pulling me under until I finally collapse between them, breathing hard.

After a long moment of us all breathing hard, Cayson says, “Good work, you made her squirt.”

“Squirt?” I ask, in confusion.

Cayson kisses my neck. “You got really wet, Jelly Bean.”

I feel my face flush with heat. “Is that okay?”

Ezra’s eyes lock with mine. “It’s more than okay. It makes us feel like fucking men.”

Cayson pulls out of me from behind and Ezra carries me to the bed. Ezra lays me down, him still inside of me, and asks, “Think you can go again?”

I’m embarrassed, but I nod my head.

Cayson climbs on the bed next to us. “Good, because we have a lot to still teach you.”