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He held the porcelain shard for a while before he turned his head to her, his face softer than she’d ever seen. “Can I hold you now?”

“I would love that.”

Without giving her the chance to clean up, he took her hand and dragged her away from the sink. He sat on the couch and spread his legs in invitation. Once settled, his arms were around her and his nose nuzzled behind her ear.

Scarlett hadn’t even noticed that they’d paused the movie, but Vince sat forward and pressed play.

Ezra spoiled her with kisses, trailing his fingers over her arms and down to her outer thighs.

He never dared to push beneath the fabric, but her body longed for his again.

Feeling a little confident, she laid her hand over his, guiding him towards her inner thigh.

“Princess,” he hummed, lips brushing over the shell of her ear. “You’re playing a dangerous game.” Despite his protests, he followed her lead.

His words caught the attention of the other two men, their eyes darting down to Ezra’s hand teasing under her skirt.

It was an odd feeling to have them watch but at the same time, she wasn’t uncomfortable.

They were her mates and linked to each other’s minds.

They had felt one another when she’d been with them and Mateo had let Ezra watch them before.

The only one she hadn’t been intimate with was Vince.

She froze, looking up in an attempt to read his expression.

“Are you worried about him?” Ezra purred into her ear, his hand steady with hers. “Because there is no need. He’s curious to see this play out.”

“Are you just saying that?” There was a slight quiver to her voice, insecurity threatening to weave its way in.

“No, he isn’t,” Vince confirmed, his lust-filled eyes struggling to stay focused on her face. “I would like to see, if you let me.”

That was all the permission Scarlett needed.

She guided Ezra’s hand over her inner thigh, locating the spot where his tongue had made her feel so good just hours ago.

His lips closed around her earlobe and gently sucked, his fingers stretching under hers to push inside her panties.

Ezra grazed her clit, and she whimpered in response.

A new set of fingers brushing against her outer thigh, made her flinch. Mateo had moved closer, his big, brown eyes peering up at her through his lashes. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice hoarse as he brushed her skin again. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Without waiting for a response, he leaned in and caught her lips in a breathtaking kiss, her eyes closing instantly.

Ezra didn’t seem to mind, relaxing behind her.

His tongue darted out to lick at her earlobe, his fingers pressed softly against her clit.

One slow circle of his fingers was enough to make her toes curl.

Her free hand wrapped around Mateo’s neck to hold him in place, while her other fingers closed around Ezra’s wrist, trapping him between her legs.

Ezra chuckled into her ear, his chest vibrating against her shoulders. “Don’t worry, princess. Nothing could tear me from your pussy. You’re ours . Trust me, I’ll make you come until you can’t take it anymore.”

In that dark, husky tone of his, it almost seemed like a threat. Still, Scarlett wanted that. She’d loved the orgasm he’d given her and wanted so much more. Mateo slipped beneath her dress, hands roaming over her stomach. He drew soft mandalas over her skin, leaving trails of fireworks in his wake.

Fingers curled into his hair, she dove into the kiss, pressing against the seam of his mouth.

It felt so natural being with them. Her mind felt dizzy from their touch.

This was heaven, and she wanted nothing more for the rest of her life.

Mateo’s lips parted and their tongues clashed, her heartbeat rushing through her ears.

Ezra’s other hand came up between them, swiftly unzipping the dress and unclasping her bra. “Let’s free you from all this distracting fabric. I don’t believe Mateo nor Vince have seen your beautiful body yet.”

Scarlett wasn’t sure if it was the way he wanted to present her, or the way he didn’t mind sharing, but Ezra’s words made her insides melt. He’d said he’d been jealous before, but she couldn’t hear any of it in this moment.

Both Ezra and Mateo pushed her dress higher before Mateo broke the kiss. “I would love to see all of you,” he hummed, stamping a kiss to her cheek.

They worked in tandem to remove the fabric, tossing it aside once they’d untangled her. Ezra’s hand was still between her thighs, his fingers circling her clit as Mateo leaned back and let his eyes travel over her.

“My turn,” Ezra groaned, using his free hand to redirect her attention. His touch was so much gentler than before, and she willingly followed him into his kiss.

Mateo chuckled softly at Ezra’s impatience, tracing soft touches over her shoulders and down her arm.

He weaved their fingers together, lifting and spoiling her wrist with his lips.

Rustling fabric caught her attention and she broke the kiss, peeling her eyes open to see Vince cautiously approaching them.

His eyes travelled over her body, his usually reserved emotions, giving way to the lust in his wild eyes.

“Scarlett,” he hummed, dropping to his knees and curling his rough, calloused fingers around her panties.

She happily lifted her hips to allow him to discard the flimsy fabric.

“You’re picturesque.” He lifted her foot up and kissed her ankle, placing it on his shoulder and kissing up the side of her calf to her knee.

His lips were rough against her skin, just like his fingers as they feathered over her skin.

“Breathe,” Mateo softly reminded her, running his nose up her jawline while Ezra did the same on the other side. Scarlett took in a deep breath. “Good. Just like that, love.”

Ezra’s lips closed around her earlobe again and at the same time, Vince pressed a gentle kiss to her thigh before sucking the skin into his mouth.

He left a deep red mark before redirecting himself to the other thigh, soothing the bruise with his thumb.

He repeated the action, leaving a matching mark behind.

“You’re ours,” Ezra groaned against her ear, adding pressure with his fingers. Her thighs twitched around Vince’s head and a long moan pushed past her lips. “ Ours. ”

“I am,” she moaned, cutting into Ezra’s skin with her nails. The other hand threaded through Vince’s hair, holding him in place while he soothed her heated flesh with his lips.

“Repeat that,” Mateo demanded rather roughly, lifting her leg over his. “Please,” his voice had softened and he slowed his movements, fingers easing towards her core.

“I am yours.”

“Oh, sweet love. Yes, you are.” His lips buzzed against her shoulder with another kiss as his fingertip pushed into her. He immediately sensed her discomfort, withdrawing his hand. “Maybe we can let Vince help with that.”

Vince looked up at her, pressing nervous kisses up her inner thigh. “May I?” he pleaded.

“Please do,” she breathed. Scarlett’s mind spun, feeling rather drunk. Her whole body was on fire, and only Vince’s mouth could extinguish the flames.

Vince slid his hands under her hips, happily claiming her clit that Ezra had surprisingly given up.

Her head rolled back, and her eyes closed.

She’d been wrong—Vince’s tight suction around her clit only made the heat worse.

Ezra kissed her neck, mouthing his way across her throat while his hands squeezed her breasts.

Mateo laid his lips over hers, happily swallowing the moans she fed him.

Her hips moved of their own accord, arching towards Vince’s mouth. He’d lick down to her entrance, pushing through and swirling his tongue around before returning to her clit.

Scarlett could barely breathe, her body vibrating in their hold, feeling them all over her.

Her skin was burning from their touch as her mind struggled to comprehend everything that was happening.

She lost track of who’s hand was laced with hers, who cupped her left breast while someone else played with the right nipple.

Fingers gently thrust in and out of her as three sets of lips spoiled her skin rotten.

Suddenly, her mind exploded with euphoria, warmth bursting through her veins.

Then the heat faded, fading away to nothing more than a pleasant simmer.

She soaked in the feeling. Her heart calmed and when she opened her eyes again, she was met by Mateo’s warm, cinnamon-toned eyes and a pleased smile on his lips.

“You did wonderfully,” he praised, lifting her hand to his lips and kissing her knuckles.

“Just beautiful,” Ezra hummed, pressing his lips to her cheek while Vince did the same to the bruise on her left leg.

Scarlett could only rest against Ezra’s chest, succumbing to exhaustion.