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VIOLET

I t wasn’t a tender kiss.

Nothing about Nicholas had ever been tender, much less his displays of affection, but this was different: he was devouring my mouth with a viciousness and an urge that seemed to perfectly convey what he felt for me at the moment. I could have stopped him right there. I knew I could. What I wasn't sure about was whether I even wanted to. I didn't know if that kiss was right, and I couldn't care less, but there was one thing I was absolutely certain of—it felt right as hell.

I was on the verge of exploding, consumed by the burning rage, the anger that had devoured me for the past forty-eight hours. But Nicholas's hands on me seemed to quell the fire, only to ignite another kind of flame—one I wanted to welcome so desperately, one I needed just as much.

He grabbed my neck and pulled me to him; his other hand slid down to seize my hip, like he wanted me closer, more than our physical borders allowed us to be.

Letting go of all my restraints, instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck, hands sinking in his hair and pulling it. I was attracted to him, to all of them, actually, as a moth drawn to a flame.

I didn’t know what I was doing anymore, yet kissing him felt like the best decision I’d made in my entire life. Every stroke of his pierced tongue, every hungry bite on each other’s lips, every groan rumbling deep within his chest, every exchanged breath spoke louder than a million words. It was all there: the rage, the frustration, the misunderstandings, the attraction. It was all in the greedy, consuming, insatiable kiss that was merely a non-verbal extension of our fight.

Suddenly, he backed off, lips wet and reddened and a wild look in his eyes. “No” he panted, though his hands were still gripping me tightly. “Not like this.” Silence followed his words, only interrupted by our labored breaths. Everything around us tensed as if time itself had halted its path.

I regained a crumb of lucidity, enough to take notice of the magic pulsing in the room like something alive. Breathing heavily, I looked around. Kenji was leaning against the table, hands gripping its edge so tightly his knuckles were white. Quinn, strands of tousled hair dangling before an unusually serious face, distractedly rubbed his crotch; his attention was all on us.

Knowing they were staring didn't inhibit my cravings. Quite the contrary. All the bitterness, all the words left unsaid, seemed to dissolve before their faces, utterly wrecked by desire. A craving that was the reflection of my own. Beneath their worshiping gazes, I felt as if nothing could break me.

"I like it like this" I whispered, letting a hand slide down his throat to stop over his pecs. "Don't stop. Please." His heart thundered beneath my fingertips, his warmth consuming me, setting me aflame. The desperate need to melt against his lips shattered me as I drowned in the icy abyss of his eyes.

That was all it took to convince him we were on the same page: pulling my hair back, he bent forward and licked my throat, tracing a long line that started from the hollow at its base and ended just below my chin. His kisses left wet, scorching hot marks on my skin, enough to make me moan shamelessly as I grasped his shoulders for a semblance of stability.

I looked up. Despite my eyes being half-closed, despite my mind not being at its brightest, I had no trouble identifying the look on Quinn’s face. It was a mesh of arousal, impatience, adoration. The bulge in his elegant pants was impossible not to notice.

“Come” I gasped, a direct reaction to Nicholas scraping my throat with his teeth. “Please. Come here.” My voice trembled, but I couldn’t wait another second. I couldn't bear another moment of distance. I had been secretly waiting for too long to get a grip on my desire. I needed their scorching touch on me as desperately as I needed oxygen. All my hesitation, the meaningless shame that clung to the thought of taking them for myself, faded like ink bleeding into endless water.

I didn’t have to ask twice. Quinn positioned himself behind me, arms snaking around my waist to trap me against his warm chest. “So beautiful” he whispered, as his fingers drew unintelligible shapes on my belly. “So perfect.”

I abandoned my head against his torso, better exposing my neck for Nicholas’s urgent, thirsty kisses.

“Kenji” I called, my breath labored, as I turned my head to face him. “You too.”

“What about me?”

“I want you too” I admitted, my voice cracking as Quinn’s fingers unzipped my hoodie, brushing a nipple in the process. “Please.”

Something dark, primal, shadowed his gaze, but he didn’t move. “Take your clothes off.”

I loved it when he ordered me around. Which was a contradiction, because I also hated it. I guessed things changed when it came to sex.

“Will you join us if I do?” I responded as Quinn and Nicholas moved back a little to leave me some room. Challenging Kenji was, in itself, a dangerous pleasure—one I wanted to indulge in. Provoking him and exploring that daring side of me made me feel powerful as if I had some kind of control over him. I liked to push him, to dare him. It made my insides twist with excitement.

He clenched his jaw. I couldn’t tell if he was mad or aroused. “Clothes off. Now.”

A hot thrill shot through me at those three words, my heart pounding erratically.

“Fine” I whispered, removing the hoodie Quinn had already unzipped. I took off my shoes, then my jeans, and finally my t-shirt, ending up with just my underwear on. I had no idea where that confidence had come from or what had happened to the shy, docile Violet. But one thing was certain—I was enjoying this game far too much. And I didn’t intend to stop right now.

The boys’ stares were so intense my skin was burning. God, I loved being watched by them almost as much as I loved being touched, I needed to admit to myself. It was an intoxicating feeling.

“Take everything off” Kenji specified.

I bit my lower lip. “Do it yourself” I teased him, savoring the flicker in his gaze.

Quinn chuckled softly. Nicholas let out a sound that reminded me of a growl. Kenji didn’t move a muscle, his intense stare firmly on me, as if I would fade if he looked away for even a second.

"Violet" he said, a vague warning in his tone. His voice was so rough that it sent a shiver straight to my core.

“If you want me naked, you need to undress me.”

For a long while, he didn’t talk, didn’t move, didn’t do anything. Then, just when I was about to lose hope, he started walking in my direction. “You know,” he murmured in a low, husky voice that had my heart jump in my chest again and again, “I thought I liked it when you were submissive.” He reached behind my back, hands sliding up with unnerving slowness. “This is better, though.” He unhooked my bra and took his sweet time to take it off, fingers tracing phantom caresses on my arms. “You know why?” he asked, throwing the bra across the room and kneeling before me.

The way he was staring from below made me want to push him onto the floor, straddle his hips, and ride him until he lost control.

“Do you know why, Violet?” he asked again, his voice sharp.

“No.”

He slipped his fingers under the hem of my panties and dragged them down, making me lift one foot at a time to get rid of them. “Because I get to teach you how to behave.”

He was back to his place before I could even react. “On the bed” he ordered, lifting himself up to sit on the table. “Quinn, you too. Behind her. Touch her, but don’t let her come.”

As I climbed on one of the beds, three pairs of eyes hungrily following my every move, I felt exposed. Not vulnerable, though. Truthfully, I’d never felt safer than that.

The mattress lowered with a creak behind me. A moment later, Quinn moved my hair over my right shoulder and kissed the base of my neck, arms wrapping around me with urgency and, at the same time, reverence. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, love” he murmured, lips still touching my oversensitive skin. “Will you let me touch you?”

Yes, please. The tingling between my legs was becoming impossible to ignore.

I got on all fours and parted my thighs, giving him a look past my shoulder. “Please do.”

Quinn bent over me, and in between kisses on my back, he thanked me like I’d given him access to the most valuable of treasures.

“Nicholas” I called, my body rocked by shivers as Quinn cherished my body with caresses, his fingers exploring my skin with a tenderness I never believed was meant for me. “Come… come here.”

He slowly made his way to the bed, stopping right before me. I had to bend my head in a painful position to be able to look at him. “Can I touch you?”

He bent on his knees to look me in the eyes. There was something wild dancing in the icy waters of his gaze. “If you want something from me, you can just take it. No need to ask.”

“Do you want me to touch you?” I insisted, muscles contracting as Quinn traced long lines on the back of my thighs. “Answer me.”

He looked down to stare at my lips for a moment, then he raised his eyes. “It’s not a want. It’s a fucking need, Princess.”

“Get back up.” As soon as he was in the position I wanted him to be, I unzipped his cargo pants and pulled them down with one hand, my movements choppy, impatient. His erection stretched the dark fabric of his boxers and pointed right at my face. Just the sight of it made me tremble, waves of pleasure crashing against my still untouched core.

Just a moment before I could touch him, before every sinful fantasy I had dreamed of came to life—wrapping my fingers around him, surrendering to the intoxicating pleasure of it— Nicholas caught my wrist in his hand. "You aren't doing this to get back at us, are you?"

“Does…” A shudder coursed through me as Quinn’s delicate fingertips brushed my outer lips. I instinctively pushed my hips back, my body craving something more than those soft caresses. Something less gentle. “Does it look that way?”

“I don’t fucking know, or I wouldn’t be asking.”

“We were either going to kill each other or fuck” I said, pulling my wrist free. “I’d say this is the lesser evil.”

“Princess—”

"I want this, okay?" I cut him off, fingers hesitating on the elastic band of his underwear. "I need this" I added, my voice trembling as I received yet another stroke where I was most sensitive. "I need you." And I'd been fighting against my needs for way too much to keep pretending. I needed to feel them right now.

Nicholas swallowed, his Adam’s apple moving slightly. “Okay. Do whatever. I’m yours.”

Mine. I kept tasting the word as I pulled his boxers down. His dick popped out, fully erect, the tip swollen and purplish. A drop of precum glistened under the yellow lights of the room. My breath hitched, my thighs trembled at the sight, my core aching to feel him inside me.

"You're big" I whispered breathless, mouth dry, wrapping my fingers around the base of the shaft. So, so big. I had pictured it countless times, yet no fantasy could have ever lived up to reality. Every inch of him was a challenge, a temptation I had no hope of resisting.

He felt warm and velvety under my touch, impossibly hard. I stroked him once, slowly, but when I stretched forward to lubricate his cock with my tongue, he grabbed my hair to pull me back. "Why?" I asked, swallowing hard. I wanted to touch, to explore, to take my time tracing every ridge, to feel him throb under my tongue. To savour him. And yet, he was denying me all that well-deserved pleasure.

I didn’t let him answer immediately: Quinn’s fingers had found my clit and were now rubbing it in small circles, making me whimper shamelessly.

“You won’t let me eat you out” was Nicholas’s answer, his voice a little strained. “There’s no way in hell you give me head before I do.”

Asshole.

I licked the palm of my hand and went back to stroking him, fingers gliding up and down his hard shaft. “That’s unfair.” I glanced up, meeting his gaze—dark, intense, filled with a hunger that made my stomach tighten.

When he answered, he was breathless. “Welcome to the fucking club, Princess.” A slow smirk curled my lips—I loved knowing I had this effect on him. That with just a touch, I could make him unravel.

Behind me, Quinn left a kiss at the base of my back, shaky breath tickling my skin, and then climbed his way up toward my neck, following the direction of my spine religiously. Two of his fingers pushed inside me as he bit the shell of my left ear, his warm, solid chest adhering to my back. "I need my cock buried deep inside you" he murmured, curling his fingers in a way that made my lower belly clench in a blissful contraction. My thoughts started melting together under the waves of pleasure taking over my body.

As a reaction, I gripped Nicholas’s cock even harder, summoning a hiss out of him. “Can I please fuck you? Please, please, please” Quinn begged, the torment in his voice fuel for the fire devouring my body one inch at a time. “Please, love.”

God. Why were his pleas so devastating for my self control? Why did I find it so hot? “Yes” I croaked, pushing my hips back. “Fuck me. Please.”

"Not like this." His fingers slipped out, and a moment later, he grabbed my hips and flipped me on my back, forcing me to release Nicholas. Quinn towered over me, golden hair wild around his face, a look of pure, absolute adoration in his eyes as he searched my figure. "I want to see your face when I slip deep in your cunt."

I stretched my hands to unbutton his shirt and take it off, the need to feel his skin on mine not letting me think straight. My hands inspected the hollows and ridges of his shoulders, chest, abs, and finally, the hard bulge in his pants.

Quinn let out a shaky moan that made my thoughts even more hazy. “You kill me” he whispered, leaning into me. He was holding himself with just one hand: the other was busy getting rid of pants and underwear, the quickness and precision of his movements making me think he was used to it.

Before I could start wondering about how many women they’d been with before me, Nicholas knelt on the floor behind me, leaning to kiss my throat. Kiss, bite, and suck, teeth scraping just enough to make it both painful and idyllic.

"You can stop me whenever" Quinn said, calling my attention back to him. He sat on his knees, naked, thick cock pointing in my direction. It was somehow the same color as the rest of his skin: warm golden. Raised veins ran across the shaft. I wanted to touch it. To stuff it in my mouth and suck it to know if it tasted as good as it looked. "You say the word, love, and I'll stop."

“Quinn” I whined, bending an arm to reach Nicholas’s head and grab a chunk of his hair. I used it as leverage to pull him even closer. “I need you inside. Please. Just please, fuck me.”

He dragged the scorching hot tip across my slit, and then, just as I thought I would lose my mind, he penetrated me with a single thrust.

I gasped for air, a sob getting caught in my throat. So full. I was so, so full of him, up to the last inch, my walls closing up around his cock so as not to leave any space between us.

“Oh, love.” He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of my hips, closing his eyes for a moment as he savored sensations that had to match mine. “You feel like my personal slice of heaven.” He leaned in, placing a hand by my head to hold himself up, and brushed my parted lips with his. “The sweetest death.” He kissed me like it was both the first and last time: reverently, with devotion, like he couldn’t get enough of it—of me. He sucked on my lower lip, and at the same time, pulled back his hips a little. His cock slid out a few inches, only for him to slam it back in with a thrust that made me see stars. “You destroy and heal at the same time, my wonderful contradiction.”

Quinn fucked me slow and steady, the pace fast enough for heat to build in my lower belly, yet not sufficient to get closer to release. That, combined with Nicholas's merciless attack on my throat, was driving me insane. "Please" I begged, my voice dragging at the same rhythm as his pounding. "Quinn, please."

“So pretty” he murmured, his expression ecstatic, like he was on top of the world. “You take my cock so well, love. Do you like it? Am I making you feel good?”

A whine escaped my lips as I nodded, trying to push my hips up to accommodate his thrusts. “Faster” I asked, rolling my head back. “Faster, p… please.”

That’s when I noticed: Kenji was looming over the bed, long eyelashes casting shadows on his cheekbones. I instinctively reached out to him, pulling him by the elastic band of his sweatpants. I needed them, all of them—over me, beneath me, inside me. I needed my boys close, the craving so intense it prevented me from thinking clearly.

As Quinn accelerated his pace, Kenji stretched a hand out to touch my face. His thumb traced the outline of an eyebrow, of my cheek, of the chin, and finally came to a stop upon reaching my lips. I parted them and sucked it in, my eyes not leaving his.

Why wasn't he joining us? Did he think I couldn't handle it? Was something wrong? I wanted to ask, to understand, but I lost my chance: Quinn hit a spot in some hidden corner of my body that sent a jolt of electricity across my limbs, making my back arch, making me lose touch with reality for a long, delightful moment.

When I came back to my senses, Nicholas had stopped sucking on the flesh of my throat, the sudden absence of his mouth making me feel as if I’d just lost a limb.

Kenji had retracted his thumb, too.

“Don’t” I panted, my voice cracking. “Don’t go. I want… Please.”

I wasn’t making any sense. Quinn’s fast, smooth pounding was stealing my capacity to articulate a rational sentence. I wrapped my arms around him, nails digging and scratching his back.

“Do you think you can handle two?”

With my eyes half open, I looked up to Kenji. At first I failed to understand what he meant. Then, in a split second, it became painfully obvious. “I can handle three” I replied, dragging my nails down Quinn’s arms. “If you’re done playing porn film director, that is.”

Something incredible happened: Kenji smiled, supposing that the little spasm concerning the corners of his lips could be considered a smile. Not only that: Nicholas, still knelt behind me, let out a low chuckle. Was it real? Was I merely dreaming?

Quinn was laughing openly, face pressed against my chest as his cock slid almost completely out of me, but that wasn’t news. He always felt deeply and wasn’t scared to show it to the world. It was still nice to hear, though.

"Can you handle two?" Kenji asked again, the ghost of that smile still lingering.

“I already told you” I panted, wrapping my legs around Quinn’s lower back to pull him down. “Let’s make it three.”

“Let’s not. You don’t know what you’re asking for, Violet.”

Maybe I didn’t. But deep down, past my lack of experience, past any common sense, I knew it was right. It wasn’t much different from what I felt when enhancing their magic: I could take one or two at a time, but the Nucleus craved the three of them together, and so did I.

“I’m asking for all of my boys” I whispered, cheek pressed against Quinn’s toned forearm. “That’s it.”

“And it’s not something you can handle right away” Kenji replied dryly. “Quinn, turn around, lay on your back.”

He leaned in one last time to kiss me. “I’m sorry, love” he said against my mouth, before pulling out his cock. It was wet, glistening with my arousal. He followed Kenji’s instructions like he was used to them, like he’d done this many times before, but I stopped myself before going there. They were with me now and it was all that mattered. “Is this alright, Alphaboy number one?”

Kenji gave him a warning glance before turning to me. “Straddle him. On your hands and knees.”

I pushed myself up, body weak and trembling and seemingly on fire, but then I hesitated for a second. That position was… new. Self-doubt had left me alone up to that point, maybe even forgetting I existed, but now it was knocking at my door with a certain urgency. What if I didn’t know what to do? What if my body looked bad, from down there?

“What’s with that worried face?” Quinn propped himself up on an elbow and stretched his free arm toward me, bending his fingers to encourage me to reach him. “Come here. Is something bothering you?”

I hesitated again.

“Communication is key” Kenji chimed in, leaning against the wall. “Especially here. What’s the matter?”

“I… I don’t really know what to do” I admitted in a whisper. “And I’m… I don’t know. I feel a little exposed. I’m scared my body will look bad.”

Behind me, Nicholas snorted. “Your body couldn’t look bad even if you fucking tried.”

“True. And you know what I see?” Quinn sat up, his hands traveling up my thighs, hips, waist, and stopping right below my chest. His thumbs were caressing the underside of my breasts, gentle yet deliberate. “I see light after months of darkness. I see sunrays after a destructive thunderstorm. I see you, love.” He kissed my stomach and stared at me from below, green eyes filled with lust and something softer. “And if you think it’s not enough for me, for us, let me assure you—you’re wrong.”

“So fucking wrong” Nicholas confirmed, materializing behind me to gently bite my left shoulder. “You’re not forced to do anything. I’ll tear my own limbs out rather than—”

“I want to” I interrupted him, turning to give him a quick look. “I want you. All three of you.” I glanced at Kenji to make sure the concept was clear, but he didn’t react, so I crawled onto Quinn, trying to keep in mind what they’d told me.

His swollen tip brushed my clit as I positioned myself, making me jerk.

“Lower yourself” Kenji instructed. “Slowly. That’s it. Good girl.”

The shiver running up my spine had to do with both Quinn’s cock going back into its rightful place and Kenji’s words. Good girl. The validation and praise felt warm inside my chest. Quinn’s cock felt even warmer inside my cunt, but that was a different story.

“Are you comfortable?” Quinn asked, gently pulling me down and placing my hands on the sides of his head. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“I’m great” I admitted, enjoying the feeling of his curious fingers exploring my hips a little too much. “Just… Can you tell me what I’m supposed to do? I’ve never done anything like this before.”

The mattress sunk a little behind me, and a moment later, two big hands were on my lower back. Nicholas. “You don’t have to do anything apart from enjoying yourself” he grumbled, a dark, dangerous edge in his tone. “Just tell me where you want my cock.”

My breath hitched in my throat. “Is there more than one option? I thought…”

“Do you want me in your ass or your cunt, Princess?”

I looked at Quinn, smiling ecstatically below me, then bent my neck to stare at where our bodies were connected. I was already stuffed. There was no way Nicholas would fit in there as well.

“I don’t think it would work” I admitted, forcing down a nervous giggle. “I mean, in the same… you know.”

“In the same hole?” Nicholas’s hand snaked around my torso and squeezed my right breast, the feeling of his palm on my nipple heavenly. “If that’s what you want, we’ll make it work.”

I took a moment to think about it. I’d never even considered the idea, but now that he’d mentioned it, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. How would it be? What would it feel like? Shifting my hips to adjust my position, I realized I wanted to try. “Okay” I said, anxiety and excitement seeping through my words. “I want to do it.”

Nicholas pinched my nipple, so suddenly, a moan uncontrollably rolled out of my mouth. “You want to do what? Be specific. I’m not doing shit if you don’t say it clearly.”

I pressed my lips together. I was past the point of embarrassment, wasn’t I? “I want you inside my pussy, if… if that’s okay with you, too” I murmured, looking down at Quinn.

“There isn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for you, love. So yes, I’d say it’s okay with me.”

I licked the corner of my lips and let out a shaky sigh. “Okay. I want you inside my pussy along with Quinn, please.”

“Fucking hell” Nicholas hissed, and I felt him move closer. “If it gets too much…”

“I know. I’ll tell you.”

I highly doubted it would actually get too much, though.

Nicholas grasped my left hip, and a moment later, I felt it—the swollen head of his cock brushed against me. It pushed, hot and slick, and a jolt of sudden pain made me flinch.

“Fuck. Do you want me to—”

“No” I cut him off. “No, I don’t want to stop.” I turned my head just enough to get a glimpse of the left side of his body, naked and looming over me. “I can take it.”

He said something under his breath, probably another curse, and went back to pushing one inch at a time. My flesh stretched painfully, making me suck air through gritted teeth. I was scared I was going to split open.

“Relax” Quinn murmured, caressing me with such devotion he made me feel like something invaluable. “Breathe. You’re safe here.”

I knew. There was nothing I was more certain of.

“Like that” Nicholas grunted, slowly pushing himself deeper and deeper into me. “Fuck. Am I hurting you?”

I took a moment to inhale and really feel the sensations in my body. It did hurt: I would be lying if I said that it didn’t. I was impossibly full and stretched out, impaled in a way that made me suspect my body would never work the same way again. But at the same time, a deep, pulsing pleasure was spreading from my core, hot waves that seemed to balance out the pain.

“I’m okay” I breathed, gripping the sheets. “It feels… It feels good.”

“And you feel fucking heavenly.”

I turned, vision a bit blurry, to look at Kenji. He was staring at us with a gaze so dark it made me shudder. “See? I feel heavenly. You’re… You’re missing out.”

I didn't know where I was getting the audacity. All I knew was that I was hurt, and that he didn't want to join, without a good explanation.

“Stay focused, Violet” he replied, though I could tell I wanted to say something else. “Breathe.”

A part of me wanted to hold my breath just to spite him, but then Quinn moved back a little, and I forgot about my childish idea. The friction was insane. Not necessarily painful; just a bit uncomfortable, and most of all, intense. It took away the myriad of thoughts running through my head and replaced them with sparkling stars.

“Is it okay?” he asked, stretching his neck to kiss my jaw. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head. The thought of stopping now was unbearable. “No. Please, no.”

Nicholas pulled his hips back as soon as Quinn plunged into me, and then they switched, soon finding the perfect alternate rhythm that didn't give me a break even for a split second. My cunt stretched and adapted around them, accommodating their movements in a way that made me think we were meant to be.

“Speak to us” Nicholas panted, the strain in his voice leading me to think he was close. “Are you okay? Are we hurting you?”

The heat engulfing my core and spreading in waves across the rest of my body wasn't letting me think straight. I mumbled something unintelligible, arching my back as their cocks pounded into me faster and faster, muscles clenched as the pressure built up to the point of no return…

And then it happened: the pleasure detonated like a bomb. I came in a long series of blissful spasms, cunt sucking in their cocks as if trying to push them even deeper, to keep them forever buried within me.

All went hazy and muffled, my senses clouded by the last remnants of pleasure. Quinn was the first to slide out of me, leaving behind what now felt like emptiness. He reached between our bodies to grasp his cock and pull it back. White, dense cum splattered all over his stomach, his moans soft as he came.

Nicholas kept pounding into me. His movements got quick, frantic, almost desperate, his fingers sinking into my hips as he pulled me back to meet his thrusts.

A moment later, his cock slipped out, leaving my pussy clenching around nothing. Hot spurts landed on my lower back. “Fucking hell” he groaned.

I felt so empty. Hollowed out. I let myself lie on Quinn’s body, too tired and drained to do anything else. Too tired to even think about something coherent.

Nicholas lay next to us, cheeks flushed, features softened. His gaze was almost liquid as he stared at me like he was seeing daylight after living underground all his life.

“You did good.” Kenji hummed his approval as he sat on the other side of the bed. I couldn’t see him, but I still knew. His fingers traced imaginary lines up the back of my thigh, soft as feathers. “You did good, Violet.”

I closed my eyes, satisfied.

That was certainly a way of ending a fight.