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Closer

G etting through the conversation with the boys was easier than I assumed it would be. They were a lot more accepting of my terms than I expected, and I feel like they deserve a treat. I stride out of the closet in the guest room, the spiked heels of my boots making dents in the soft pile of the carpet. This outfit was part of the stuff I kept in the storage unit in Richmond; I knew I’d never need it there.

However, for tonight? It’s perfect.

I tap the tip of the crop on the doorframe, smirking as their attention turns to me. Dropped jaws and shocked expressions follow me as I enter the room with a hip-swinging swagger. This isn’t my every day ‘sexy time’ attire, but I know how to make an impression when the occasion calls for it. Their eyes roam over me, taking in my favorite bondage club gear: a tightly cinched black leather and lace corset with garters attached to wide fishnets, a tiny, crotchless lace thong, and six-inch heels with spikes all over them. The lace is thin enough to showcase my piercings, and we placed every cut of the corset to feature my tattoos.

Saoirse is one of the best seamstresses in the world for a reason, and she always outdid herself with my outfits when we travelled together.

I walk up to Wolfie, giving him a heated smile as I trail the leather over his chest. Turning, I look over my shoulder, swishing the high ponytail as I look at Teddy and Prez. “Say them again, boys,” I murmur huskily.

“Unicorn,” Wolfie gulps, carefully keeping his hands on his thighs.

“Good boy, little Wolfie,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss him. I know my position has achieved its goal when low growls and groans echo from behind me. My back arches more, putting my ass on display for them.

Prez approaches first, looking at me for permission before he sits next to the vet on the bed. I nod, lips curving in pleasure, and he clears his throat. “Pumpkin Spice.”

“I’m sooo pleased,” I coo, treating him to the same kiss. This time, I wiggle my ass for effect.

Before I can stand, Teddy is behind me, pressed against my curves with the hard plains of his. “Tilly, you look positively edible. If you’re inclined to keep pets, I’ll allow it.”

I laugh throatily, rising and twisting until I’m facing his handsome face. “Teddy, we can’t have pets without the right equipment.”

He snorts, arching a brow. “Who says I don’t?”

Wolfie makes a noise, and I reach behind me, flicking my hand at his clothes. It should be enough instruction if he’s truly well trained. I hear the springs creak as both of my doctors stand and clothes fly past us piece by piece. Teddy and I are locked in place, both asserting dominance and neither giving in. I bat my lashes at him, and he growls, grabbing my chin roughly.

“I think Tilly needs a little encouragement, mates. Take the crop and warm her ass for me,” Edgar commands. He yanks my mouth to his, kissing my breath away as his other hand slides up my throat to place the enticing pressure on it. Our lips break, and this time he speaks to me, “Before they start, say it for me, drugar .”

“Bubbles,” I whisper, and not a second later, the first strike of the crop hits my right ass cheek. It’s firm enough to sting nicely, but not enough to be painful—that must be Presley. The next strike is on the left side, and it’s a palm. This one is harder, and it’ll leave a nice print that I’ll feel for a couple of days—that was Wolfie.

I’ve never played with so many archetypes and it’s intoxicating. Both the docs and I are in submissive positions, but Teddy is letting me top them as well. It’s hot as fuck, and we’ve just started. I didn’t realize that indulging both of my sides at once would be so goddamned sexy.

They get a few more strikes in before my chest tightens and I look up at Teddy. Heat flickers through my veins, and I give him a saucy wink. Spinning in his embrace, I turn to Presley. “Tie my darling boy to the bedposts. You’ll find hooks on the posts and restraints under the bed.”

His grin makes my nipple harden, and I hook my arms around Teddy’s neck. His hands slide to my ass, lifting me until I wrap my arms around his waist, pressing our bodies together. With a grunt, he adjusts me again, dropping me onto his cock as I weigh nothing.

A gasp rips from my throat at the sudden intrusion, but I hold on tighter, using my position as leverage to move with him. I’m certain the boys are doing as instructed, so I focus on squeezing Edgar’s cock every time his hands lift and lower my hips. I dart my head in to nip his ear and his groan rumbles over my skin.

I continue biting and suckling along the length of his neck until I reach the juncture of his shoulder. My teeth sink in harder there and Teddy rears back, his eyes wild as he stares at me. A darkness flashes there before he turns and strides over to push me against the wall. Once I’m sandwiched between him and the hard surface, his hips piston into me roughly and his big hand pulls my head back to the spot I bit.

“Boone…”

The tone in Presley’s voice carries a soft warning, but the stirring deep in my belly pushes me to ignore him. A noise I didn’t even know I could make rumbles out of me, and I sink my teeth in as a wave of intense pleasure slams into my gut. Stars fill my vision and the fire I’ve felt every time I’ve touched Edgar since I came back wells up in my chest, filling my frame until I throw my head back and let out a howl of triumph. My fingers dig into his biceps, and the smell of sulfur fills the air.

“Holy shit…” Wolfie exclaims.

I hear him, but it’s distant, and when I lift my head from Teddy’s neck, the sweet tang of coppery blood fills my mouth. It should taste bad, but it doesn’t and I can’t wrap my head around it. I feel fuzzy like I do when I’m getting ready to black out, but also like something inside of me is in sharp focus. Teddy leans in, whispering something dark and foreign sounding in my ear, and I growl—actually growl—a response.

That tips the scales, and he throws his head back, hips stuttering as the orgasm hits him. A matching bone-chilling howl echoes through the room, and I gasp for breath as my body follows his without pause. An ache I’ve never felt before starts in my arms and spreads along my frame until I feel like I’m going to burst from my skin like an alien in a movie.

A cool hand on my shoulder soothes it, and I turn my head, eyes narrowing on the intruder. Presley gives me a wink, giving Edgar a push to free me from the confines of his embrace and the wall. He lifts me in his arms, carrying me over to the bed, whispering, “Not yet, Magpie. It’s too soon. You’re not done gathering your nest, and you can’t let it all out until you’re ready.”

I frown. What in the hell is he talking about?

“Come play with us, love. Calm the fire with moonlight and ice.”

“Moonlight and ice?” I mumble, looking up at him as he sits me down on the bed next to a deliciously prone vet. “Why am I so damned hot? Teddy, you broke me!”

Masculine chuckles fill the room and I do something I almost never do—I pout. Wolfie just smiles up at me, despite his hands and feet being masterfully cuffed to the posters on my bed. Presley drops a kiss on my temple before handing me a feather from my box. Edgar is still growling and pacing. Crossing my arms over my chest, I dig in stubbornly. The least they could do is react!

“Magpie, get our darling boy ready, and I’ll calm the beast,” the doctor says. “I haven’t had my turn yet.”

My lips curve, and I shake off the weird sensations from my primal coupling with Teddy. I crawl up Wolfie’s frame, straddling his waist as I twirl the feather between my fingers teasingly. “Only if you’re in the mood to kneel, baby.”

“For you? Always.”

* * *

“Isn’t that a pretty sight? Tilly, you look scrumptious with your ass in the air like it’s begging to be fucked.”

I don’t look up because I’m busy teasing McBabyVet with my tongue. Edgar sounds like he’s back to normal, so whatever my other doc did brought him back. Humming my approval over the sensitive skin of Wolfie’s balls, I wiggle my bum to lure them over to the bed. I promised fun for all, and examining Teddy’s weird fugue isn’t conducive to that. That’s a future Jolene problem, and present Jolene isn’t worried about it.

The bed dips and I can tell by the hands on my hips that it’s Prez. His lithe body presses against mine, cock sliding along the mingled wetness between my legs easily as he leans down to murmur in my ear. “Now that we’re all here, love, you can stop torturing our boy. Slide down that ladder of his so we can fill you up from head to toe.”

That’s exactly what I was hoping for.

Rising from my place between Wolfie’s legs, I crawl up his body, pausing for a moment to give him a deep kiss. He’s been a very good boy, and he should know it. “You’ve been so good, holding back until the boys got back. It’s time for a reward, my darling.”

His eyes light up and his hips arch as I hover over his pierced dick, and a long, low moan tumbles out of his mouth when I slide home. The metal rubs all the right spots inside of me and I rock, vaguely hearing the slap of a bottle being caught and the sweet scent of plums fills the air. Cold liquid hits my ass, and I grin to myself, pleased I’d thought ahead after the first night they stayed with me.

Yeah, I’m a complete control freak that ordered plum scented lube, and a variety of my men’s favorite enticing shit just in case I needed it. I know I’m a mess with them, but look how it turned out.

“Sugarplum, your crazy is the best fucking crazy I’ve ever met,” Wolfie says, wriggling under me to speed my movements.

“That’s lovely of you to say, baby,” I reply, giving his thigh a smack to stop his urging. “But you need to hold still until everyone is ready. That’s one, little Wolfie.”

Presley chooses that moment to slide a finger into my ass, and I growl under my breath. Three sets of eyes burn into me at the sound, and they yanked my chin up to look at Teddy. His cock is hard again, bobbing near my mouth, and for a second, I lose my confident veneer. It’s just a flash, but I’ve never gone down on someone his size before. I won’t gag, but I’m not a hundred percent sure how I’ll breathe.

“Relax, drugar . Feel them inside of you, and focus on the sensations. Now… Open. Your. Mouth. ”

Ooh, that tone did it for me.

Clenching around Wolfie and Prez, I do an instructed without a snappy retort, and the head slides past my lips. My mouth stretches wider to accommodate him, and he rumbles his approval from above. Each time Edgar thrusts deeper, Presley slips another finger in until he’s stretching me enough that Wolfie is whining at the contact between his dick and the fingers. One swift stroke has me deep throating, and before I know it, I’m air-fucking-tight.

Holy Britney, queen of pop, with all of them inside of me, I’m so full I don’t know what to do with myself.

Closing my eyes, I focus on finding a pleasurable rhythm. My hands grip Teddy’s hips, helping him slide in and out as I lick, nibble, and yes, drool my way through, blowing him like a pro. Prez does the same to me, guiding me back and forth between him and my vet with expert hands. The fire doesn’t rise in my belly like it did last time when the doc slips two fingers down to pinch my clit. This time, I feel ice travel up my veins, and a darkness blooms in my chest.

“Embrace it, magpie. We have you. Let go again, and feel the weight lift from your mind,” Presley whispers.

My brain shuts off as I give in to the orgasm that rips through me, and though I know I’m going to pass out again, for the first time I can remember, I’m not scared that I’ll wake up alone and confused. The boys will be here to catch me. A chorus of shouts echoes as they find their own climaxes, and I see stars as I come again, and then… there’s nothing.