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claim

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lark

“ F lip her over,” Gideon commanded. “Claim every hole for us.”

Claim every hole?

The question had barely formed before I was on my stomach—Callum pulling down my underwear, hands gripping my ass cheeks, …his mouth… his tongue… Oh god, no . No , he couldn’t possibly think that would work to achieve a second orgasm.

I couldn’t fathom it… until suddenly I could.

The lewd, wet novelty of the act, combined with the pressure of my pussy grinding against the bed, made me explode again—shocking in both speed and intensity.

“Fuck, that was a good time.”

Somewhere above me, Callum spoke for the first time since he’d asked if he could kiss me. “Let me go brush my teeth and grab some lube, then we’ll get on to the baby-making part. Stay right there.”

He didn’t need to say the last part. I could only lie there, a trembling pile of jelly, as he rose from the bed.

The room filled with silence. But I sensed Gideon still there, watching. Studying. His stare felt like a heavy caress, but he didn’t move to touch me.

Is that his kink? I vaguely wondered. Watching? Directing?

Then Callum’s last words finally caught up with the what-the-hell section of my brain.

Wait—why does he need lube?

Mr. Good Time only used it for toys and backdoor sex—neither of which were efficacious methods for making a baby.

Then Callum came back.

And to my great relief, he flipped me over.

Only for my chest to seize with horror when I saw exactly why he’d fetched the lube, despite already making me come twice.

What in the…?

His dick hung at a 30-degree angle, as if it was too heavy to stand at the near 90-degree rise I was used to with Mr. Good Time. It was massive—swollen, thick, corded with veins and… pulsing.

My brain fumbled for the right word and only came up with—animal. The kind evolution designed specifically to ruin the lives of gentle herbivores just minding their business.

I didn’t realize I’d started scooting backward until Gideon said, “Whoa there, little bird. You’re alright.”

“Many people assume everyone who participates in the BDSM lifestyle is up for huge amounts of pain, but I’m not,” I informed him, still staring at the thing between Callum’s legs. “Anything beyond nipple clamping and butt-cheeks-only impact play is clearly marked as a hard no on my boundary sheet.”

“He’s not going to hurt you.” Gideon’s voice stayed low. Reassuring. “We’ll go nice and slow. Look at him. Look at him, Lark.”

I guess my old submissive instinct hadn’t gone completely dormant. I raised my anxious gaze to meet Callum’s calm, gentle one.

“He’s not going to hurt you,” Gideon repeated, his voice a rasp in the distance. “We would never, ever hurt you.”

His words didn’t feel like an empty promise. They felt like a vow.

My heart slowed, and I let out the shocked breath I’d been holding.

Then, my gaze started to drift downward again?—

“Don’t…” Gideon warned. “Just keep looking at Cal while he takes this nice and slow.”

Then he commanded Cal, “Kiss her. Make her want to take that monster cock.”

Monster —that was the word I’d been looking for! Not animal .

In the next moment, Callum’s monster was completely hidden from view as he hunched over me again—first to kiss me… then to suckle both breasts until I felt like I was melting….

Then back to my lips.

“Can he lube up and rest it on top of your pussy while he makes you feel good?” Gideon asked as Callum kissed me.

“Y-yes,” I decided aloud, breath hitching between kisses.

Callum rose to his knees again.

“Close your eyes,” Gideon instructed.

But the line between fear and curiosity was starting to fray.

“Can… can I watch?”

A cocky smile lifted Callum’s lips—pun totally not intended.

And Gideon said, “Of course you can. You just made his entire night with that request.”

As if to co-sign Gideon’s words, Callum squirted a generous amount of the clear, viscous liquid into his hand and slathered it all over his thick shaft… without ever taking his eyes off of me.

My heart sped up again—but this time with a new kind of anticipation.

After he finished, he took himself in his hand and lowered down just enough to settle that heavy cock right on top of my slit.

Like an offering placed on an altar.

But so thick and heavy that it partially parted my folds… oh god … pressing directly into my throbbing clit.

“Here’s how we’re going to do this,” Gideon said from across the room. “He’s going to brace above you, kiss you some more, play with those pretty breasts. But that’s your dick, Lark. Take as much time as you need. When you’re ready, you put it inside you.”

When I am ready…

As Callum braced himself on one arm above me, a sliver of anxiety poked through the fog of lust.

Would he really be able to hold himself up that long? A one-armed plank while I took my sweet neurodivergent time deciding to be penetrated by a monster cock? How much did he weigh? Should we?—

My thoughts cut off when Callum captured my mouth with his again.

This time, shifting his hips just enough to drag that thick monster down my slit and against my clit.

Okay, I was wrong. It didn’t take long at all to get ready.

I moaned against his lips, and within what couldn’t have been even two minutes of making out, my hand moved with a mind of its own to line him up at my entrance.

“Go slow,” Gideon warned. “Let me see.”

I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or to Callum.

But Callum curled my left leg around his waist and used his other hand to butterfly my right leg to the bed….

Then pushed forward?—

A slow, stretching, aching invasion.

To my shock… I didn’t need him to be so careful.

“Ungh! Ungh!” High-pitched grunts fell from my lips. It felt so good . He felt so, so good.

I stretched around him, took all of him. My greedy pussy swallowed that thick length in quivering gulps.

“Aw, fuck, honeybee!”

Callum growled when he was in to the hilt. A strained look overtook his face. His teeth clenched so hard, I felt like I’d hurt him .

“Can’t take it….” he muttered. He started pushing in again—frantic, sloppy, like Mr. Good Time did when he was about to finish.

“Go slow. Let her come first,” Gideon snapped.

“I’m trying,” Callum bit out. “But you don’t understand. She’s so tight. This feels like fucking heaven, Gid. Fuck, fuck… ”

No, Gideon didn’t understand. But I did.

I was so tight. He was so big. Every push sparked against my clit.

“If you come first…” Gideon growled.

I vaguely registered him rising to his feet in my periphery?—

Right before the world exploded.

Hearing, sight, space, time—what even were they?

They all disappeared when the climax slammed into me at the same moment Callum flooded my pussy with the hot, baby-making seed I’d asked for?—

Back when I still thought it would require a sacrifice of discomfort and dissociation while men I barely knew moved on top of me.

For several flashing eons, I was lost… hurtling in a white ocean of pleasure.

And when I finally resurfaced, Gideon was on top of me—fully clothed, jeans barely pushed down and unzipped—rutting me. Rutting me like a… like an animal. Yes, this time, that was the right word.

Without warning or intention, another climax started building, even though after-glow had barely had a chance to seep in.

“Gideon!” I cried out his name, and no more pinned thigh—I wrapped both my legs and arms around him, clinging, sobbing because there was no holding back my sensitive cry switch.

But this wasn’t low frustration tolerance. No, just the opposite. I came again with tears rolling down my face. Because nothing… no meal… no scene… no perfectly executed dark romance novel had ever felt like this.

I was a mess, but I couldn’t even describe the sounds coming out of Gideon. Not growls, but wounded bellows—that abruptly cut off when his body seized and he gave me everything in a hot, pulsing rush.

Promise broken.

He’d said they wouldn’t hurt me, but… coming at the same time as a Total Eclipse of the Sun… it hurt. This much pleasure, it hurt —and whipped inside me in a way that made me love the pain. Want to live in it forever.

But then something sharp pricked my neck, and chaos erupted.

Gideon was there, heavy on top of me. And then he was suddenly gone.

What?

I scrambled into a seated position, just in time to see Callum shove his brother away from me—so hard Gideon fell backward onto the stone floor.

“Callum!” I screamed. “What are you doing?”

Callum looked back over his shoulder at me while holding his hand out like a stop sign. “It’s all right.”

“No, it’s not!” I insisted. Rage flared inside of me on Gideon’s behalf. “If you’re not okay with all three of us doing this together, you use your words not your hands?—”

“Isss not tat! Isss miif aulth!” Gideon answered before Callum could.

For some reason, he had his hand plastered over his mouth, and I could barely make out his muffled words: It’s not that. It’s my fault.

But it wasn’t his fault. My fairness reflex ignited, and I started to climb off the bed.

But then Gideon lowered his hand from his mouth and staggered to his feet. “No. No… stay there. Legs up for thirty minutes—or however long you’re supposed to do it.”

Before I could answer, he turned to Callum and said, “Make sure she does it. Then put her in your bed. I need to… I need to…”

He looked at me. Then suddenly slapped a hand over his mouth again and bolted out of his own cave bedroom without another word.

Or explanation.

Leaving me alone with Callum in their huge, echoey cave room.

“So,” he said with a sheepish look. “That was exciting.”