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“Look at that,” Beau breathes. “All in. Doesn’t that feel good? Now hold still, darlin’. Get used to how he feels. I want to get a bit more lube into you before I take your tight little ass, too.”

Dom groans roughly. My nipple is pebbled needily against his palm, and he gives it a rough, self-indulgent tug before his hands drop back to rest lightly over my hips.

I can feel the restrained violence in him as I pant against his collarbone, like he’s stopping himself from working me over his cock again.

“Fuck, that’s... good. That’s good, pet.” Dom shudders, his hips tilting up just enough to press into me another quarter inch. His abdomen rubs against my clit. “You... Beau. This hot cunt is squeezing the ever-loving shit out of me.”

Beau’s chuckle is ragged behind me. “Careful now. We talked a big game during movie night. Don’t you go making liars out of us.”

Dom’s molten eyes squeeze shut. “Get inside her. Then talk.”

Beau snorts, but he leans in to kiss the curve of my neck, raking his nails up the back of my thighs. “Color, little nurse. Give me a color.”

“Green,” I say huskily, desperately, and Dom’s hands shift around just slightly... and he pulls my ass cheeks apart for Beau.

He watches my face as another squeeze of lube is squirted through the cleft of my ass, and I shiver as it dribbles into me.

“He’s going to line himself up, pet. He’ll fuck into you nice and slow. It’s going to feel like too much.” Dom shakes his head, his jaw tight. “It’s not. Your body wants it. It wants us both.”

Beau’s heat is incinerating behind me, and I feel the brush of his cock over my stockinged thighs and the curve of my ass.

Then, with Dom spreading me for him, Beau teases the head of his scorching, heavily lubed cock against my open, needy hole. His silky crown presses slickly into it, the tip only just spearing the sensitive ring.

Dom is breathing hard and heavily under me, his cock throbbing desperately against my walls, and I tense, anticipating the punishing strain I know is about to come.

But it doesn’t come.

I expect Beau to fuck into me, but he just rests there, his cock head toying with my hole while his nails run soothingly over my heated skin.

It’s not soothing, though. It’s torturous . Everywhere he is, everywhere they are, reminds me of where Beau isn’t , and urgency throbs through me. I start to wiggle, rubbing Dom’s cock deliciously inside me.

I’m just about to start begging when Dom grips my face in a biting grip, then lifts my mouth up to his. His golden eyes watch me, like they did earlier, and he kisses me hungrily, filthily. It’s wet and full of hot breaths and panted groans until my eyes begin to sink closed.

Beau stops stroking me, his hand coming up to replace Dom’s on my ass to hold me open.

And I feel Beau begin to work his cock into my ass.

“Beau,” I whine into Dom’s mouth, and Dom kisses me harder, his tongue teasing the cry out of me, penetrating me in a way that’s both like Beau’s cock and not.

Beau’s flared cock head pushes through the first, gripping ring of my ass, but unlike the plug, there’s no dip—no deep, relieving curve to clutch him into me with. No reprieve from the thickness rocking into me.

Beau pauses, squeezing more lube around us both, slicking his dick and rubbing the wetness around my greedy hole before he rocks again, slipping in another inch.

“Ohhh, yes. That’s it, little nurse. Take my cock in that pretty ass. Take us both. You can take it all, darlin’,” he encourages me, his voice dark and throaty, lost in his own pleasure.

Beau rocks into me more roughly, claiming another brutal inch, and the pressure, the fullness , inside me becomes dizzying. Luscious and overwhelming.

I love it when Beau gets like this, when he has me in thrall and he’s tortured himself to the point of desperation by what he’s doing to me.

His cock begins fighting for space against Dom’s, and every rock, every pump, rubs them together inside me. They tease along that slippery, sensitive strip inside me, and I can feel Beau’s crown squeezing along the fat ridge of Dom’s cock.

My rapid pants turn to sobs into Dom’s mouth, and his fingers tighten on my face. His teeth close over my lower lip, and he drags it down in a dangerous, possessive bite before he kisses me punishingly.

“You were right, darlin’,” Beau groans. “You’re a good, sweet nurse, aren’t you? Look at you, helping your patient. Isn’t it better like this? Letting us use your little holes?”

He spreads my ass wider, and he lets out a little grunt as he fucks into me. It makes him rock against Dom’s cock, and Dom fucks back up against him, like an answer.

Beau’s voice becomes hoarse, almost broken. “Do you have any idea how good my cock feels right now? Do you feel us both inside you? You’re gripping me like... Fuck, Eden. I’m going to come so hard in your hot little ass. We’re going to make such a mess of you.”

Dom breaks the kiss, his head tilting back, his face strained. “ Fuck , Beau.”

His heavy-lidded eyes find mine in urgent question a moment later.

“ Green .”

The word comes out as a groan, and Beau’s fingers bite into my skin. It feels like I’m being taken everywhere.

I am being taken everywhere.

The need in me coils higher, as pressured as the squeezed space inside me.

Ducking my head, I begin to squirm over Dom’s cock, and his hands find my breasts again as I lean over him. He tugs and pulls and roughs my nipples, but with Beau claiming the rhythm, I can’t quite get friction against my clit.

Beau grunts again, and with a hard, final thrust, he shoves the rest of the way into my ass, until they’re both buried deep inside me.

I cry out, arching my back, shudders overtaking me as my ass squeezes against him but finds no give, no relief. His slick cock is relentless, and Beau groans, rocking into me, stirring up every nerve, his crown obscenely battling Dom’s inside me.

“Son of a—” Dom curses, and I desperately look back up at his face.

He’s deeply flushed, his lips drawn back with the tension. His eyes glitter at me, his pupils blown dark... but he breathes through his nose.

“Take your time,” he bites out, and it doesn’t sound impatient, or snarky.

Despite all the feral need and desperate urgency on his face, he sounds like he means it.

“I don’t need time , sir, I need... Beau,” I beg softly. “Help me.”

Beau shudders behind me.

“I know.” Beau flips up my skirt and smooths his hands over my ass again. “Of course, darlin’. You tell me when, okay?”

His hands guiding me, his cock thick in my ass, he lets me squirm between them in tiny little shifts until my soaking clit grinds into Dom’s abdomen, and I find that perfect, toe-curling angle again.

My breath hitches, and Dom’s eyes darken as he pinches my nipple. “Like that, huh?”

“There,” Beau breathes. Gripping my hip, he tests a short, sharp thrust against me, and I moan sharply, feeling it everywhere.

“You tell us if you need to stop,” Beau whispers over my back, and I shake my head frantically in denial.

“Please.. . don’t. Please don’t stop.”

“You lead, Beau,” Dom instructs, reaching down to hold me apart, and Beau breathes in shakily, fucking my ass again.

It rubs my clit into Dom, and lights everything up inside me.

I begin to tremble all over. The dual press in my pussy and ass is overwhelming. Intense. Beautiful and painful and perfect and awful.

But that pressure against my clit transforms it all into something that eclipses every discomfort. The motion, the friction , turns the pressure into something urgent, needed, and I arch over Dom.

“Oh, my...” I moan, shuddering, and Beau begins to move, finding a rhythm.

His thrusts are short and pumping, a grind as much as a fuck. It makes a mess out of all of us, teasing over every nerve ending. Dom and Beau’s cocks squeeze and slip against each other, and when Beau starts to use more force, his body slapping into mine roughly, Dom grunts under me.

Dom gives me a hot, knowing little smile, his eyes dangerous and dark. “Get ready, little nurse. You’re about to be fucked apart.”

Fucked ap ? —

Holding me tight against him, right where my clit gets maximum pressure, Dom fucks up into my pussy—then Beau fucks into my ass.

It’s all sloppy wet and hopeless and overwhelmingly brutal.

They take me hard, their hands greedy and demanding, their grunts and groans hot and desperate and unselfconscious. Their cocks squeezing pleasure from each other as much as from me, only that one thin barrier holding them apart.

I cry out sharply, pinned and caught as their cocks work into me, around me, their short, relentless thrusts pumping my holes in hard, fucking beats, one burying deep, only for the other to wreck me on the other side. I can’t catch the rhythm, can’t move, only feel every pressured build.

My clit grinds and rubs into Dom, and my violent pleasure starts to prickle over me in a thousand hot pinpricks.

The pressure is so intense I feel it throbbing in my temple, my throat.

I can’t breathe until it bursts, but their cocks are still relentless, fucking into my wetness, thrusting to the edge of pain.

“Beau. Sir, I’m going to?—”

“You’d fucking better,” Dom growls.

Beau laughs, but it’s mostly a groan. “It’s like she.. . doesn’t know how this works.”

Dom snorts, still fucking me, our bodies making lewd, wet sounds. “Should we show her?”

“That’s the plan,” Beau says. Thick satisfaction curls through his voice, but there’s also something hotter, sweeter pinning it down.

The plan. The three of us.

No, all of us.

“It’s a good plan,” Dom says roughly, that same soft something in his tone.

My heart squeezes as his eyes meet mine, filling me up in every other way too.

Then Beau shoves me forward hard and starts hitting me in a deep, ruthless place. My moans become helpless, punished cries, and the pressure begins to push out, rolling over me.

Watching my face, Dom grunts, shuddering, and I feel his cock swell.

“ Fuck .” The word bursts out of him, and he grips my ass tight as he comes hard, his hips punching up as he soaks me with wet, scalding heat.

“I love you,” Beau whispers, and I’m not sure if it’s to me or Dom or both.

He says it right as his hand claps against my ass, and the bitter sting is enough.

I shove back into their cocks as the pressure in me bursts.

It comes hard, in devastating, mindless shockwaves, and my orgasm rips through me from my clit, and deep in my cunt.

It hits again from my ass, where Beau’s cock is jerking, filling me with cum.

Pleasure rolls out from the base of my spine and down my legs and into the tips of my fingers.

I come so hard, I don’t even realize I’m sobbing, or that I’ve been moved to the bed, or that I’m brokenly telling them how much I love them, or that they’re murmuring it back... until I come to much, much later, with both of them wrapped around me.

And both of them tend, with that same, perfect synchronous rhythm, to my aftercare.

In the hours that follow, Jayk filters in for a shower, rolling his eyes over the slow, happy kisses I’m trading with Beau and muttering something about getting me tomorrow. Lucky and Jasper dip in, sitting on the end of the bed and making me blush all over again about the scene.

When Jayk reappears, he sits with his back to the wall, tossing out smirks and gruff, fangless jibes with surprising ease, and we all talk and tease until it grows late and the heavy anticipation of tomorrow begins to set in.

Tiredly, Jasper sighs. “Are we really ready for this?”

Lucky’s dimples fade, and his face settles into something somber. “For war?” He shakes his head. “This one shouldn’t be as bad as some we’ve fought, I guess, if we can keep the right things quiet, but... there’s still a lot that could go wrong.”

Jayk scoffs. “No shit. You’re going to have to hold me the fuck back from?—”

“We’re ready,” I say softly.

I let my gaze travel over our group. Our family.

Just a few months, that’s all this should take, and then we’ll be done with it all. The civilians will be safe, we’ll have freed the captives—and every last person who ever put them in danger will be gone.

The pieces are already set, the game is in play, and it’s finally our board.

There’s no backing out now.

I know there will be others—others with sick and damaged souls who will crawl back into our world. But we’ll deal with those when they come as well. Theirs is not the world we want to live in.

We’re going to create our own.

“We’re ready,” I repeat. “We're going to make them pay for every nightmare, every fear, every lie. It's their turn to be afraid . . . because they're going to pay with their lives.”