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She did as she was told, her face inches away from Ezra’s. He didn’t move, though his emotions raged inside of him. Ezra fought the urge to disobey, but he loved the torture of not being able to take what he wanted. Scarlett played along as well, happily letting Mateo run the show.

After sheathing himself with the condom, Mateo grabbed her waist with one hand and snaked the other around her, her body jolting the second he found her clit.

Her head rolled back with another moan, and Vince unzipped his pants to free his own straining erection.

The release of pressure drew a groan from his lips.

As if she’d forgotten about him, her head whipped around.

Her eyes widened when she saw his cock pistoning through his fist. With parted lips she watched and at the same time, arched her body into Mateo’s awaiting girth.

Mateo let out a long groan as he sank into her.

Vince could only imagine how good it felt to feel that relief of her warm tight pussy around him.

He knew how good it felt, and the memory nearly had him blowing in his hand.

Fuck, even thinking back to her cunt coming around him had him leaking like a faucet.

Try as he might, Mateo lost to his own lust. His hips drew back and snapped forward, the slap of skin on skin bouncing off the walls.

The sound of it had more precum drip down his length, and Vince worked the liquid into his skin.

Ezra clearly struggled too, rubbing his bound palms over the bulge in his pants.

For the first time—other than on hunts—Vince leaned into his bond with Mateo.

Surprisingly, he let him. He shifted in the chair and watched Mateo fuck Scarlett while Ezra was doomed to have her close, yet so far away.

Mateo’s lust and need for release flooded into his mind, his climax nearing.

Scarlett moaned and whimpered, her head rolling back and her body rocking.

A light sheen of sweat glistened over her skin.

Then she caved, and Mateo had to wrap his arm around her waist to hold her upright. She tried to wrestle out of his grip, but he didn’t relent, assaulting her clit while he thrust into her to chase his own climax.

“Please,” she begged, pushing Mateo over the edge. He came with a grunt, hips stilling as he spilled his seed into the condom.

Vince erupted on a roar, cum spilling through his fingers.

Part of it was the sight in front of him, the rest was Mateo’s lust feeding into his mind.

His cum spilled down his shaft and over his fingers with a groan and it only intensified when her eyes found his and she watched with a smile as he came.

“Fuck, Scarlett.” But Mateo’s words weren’t those of a gratified man. His orgasm was gone and only worry filled his mind. “Shit! Are you hurt?”

“No,” she panted, worried eyes peering over her shoulder.

“You’re bleeding.”

Vince shot out of his seat and Ezra’s face paled as he tried to push Scarlett up to sit. Her hand reached down between her legs, coming back up with blood on her fingers.

Vince cupped her face and lifted her gaze to his as he knelt on the bed next to her. “Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

“I’m not.” She broke eye contact and looked anywhere but at either of them. “I think it’s my period.”

Despite her protests, Vince took her hand—blood and all—and gently guided her to the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Vince searched the linen closet for some darker washcloths and handed them to her before locating the bag with her hygiene products. “Did you bring supplies?”

Scarlett nodded, so he kissed her cheek and stepped out, closing the door to give her some privacy.

He found Mateo in the kitchen washing his hands, the microwave warming up her heating pad.

Ezra entered the room as well, teeth furiously tearing at the rope binding his wrists together. “Fuckers,” he grunted, struggling to pull one of his daggers from his bag. Just as he’d placed it between his knees to cut the rope, Scarlett rushed into the room.

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve untied you.” She fell on her knees and freed Ezra, whose anger was towards the men in the room and not his little princess.

“We warmed up your heating pad,” Mateo said, ignoring his grouchy friend and his attempt at a death glare.

“Thank you.” Her cheeks were still flushed with shame as she took it and held it against her lower stomach.

“Would you like to cuddle?” Mateo asked.

Scarlett nodded, her eyes flickering between the three of them. “I couldn’t sleep last night. It was so cold and lonely in the bed.”

Ezra swept her into his arms, carrying her back to the room. When Mateo followed them and saw that Vince wasn’t following, he turned and fused his brows. “Don’t care to cuddle with Ezra?” he teased.

Vince shook his head and let himself fall onto the couch.

He knew that three men was still a lot for her to take in.

Besides, his time would come. She would never choose one of them over the other, so he took that stress from her.

Ezra and Mateo were the ones who’d waited years for a woman to love them.

He, on the other hand, had always seen his future without a partner.

And if he were honest with himself somewhere in the back of his mind a voice told him he didn’t deserve her attention or to seek her closeness.