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VIOLET

I walked ahead of them, keeping a certain distance, yet I could still feel the weight of their stares poking my neck.

“I’m not going to disappear, you know?” I muttered, certain they would hear me despite my low voice. “You can look away every once in a while.” I turned my head ever so slightly, just enough to get a glimpse of my boys following me in a triangular formation. “Maybe even blink.”

Quinn let out a deep, belly laugh, rolling his head sideways as he took several lazy, unsteady steps.

“And since when do you have a sense of humor?” Nicholas grumbled, his heavy boots stomping against the marble floor.

Kenji—surprise, surprise—did nothing but stare me down.

“Maybe I’ve always had one” I replied, facing forward. “I’ve just never used it with you.”

When we reached the basement, the gym was completely empty, and Brenda was nowhere to be found. I glanced at my wristwatch. We were a few minutes late.

“Where is she?” I asked, taking a stroll across the room. Her stuff wasn’t there: the desk was clear, with a thin layer of dust resting on the wooden surface. “Hm. She’s always here before us.”

A gentle hand brushed my lower back, guiding me forward. “In the meantime, sit.” Quinn flashed a grin as he moved a chair away from the desk with his free hand. “Poor love. You look immensely tired. Was it an eventful day?”

Before I could process what he’d just said, his hands were already kneading my aching shoulders, thumbs pressing deliciously into sore muscles. I let out a noise that sounded a little too much like a moan, and I wasn’t the only one who thought it: the energy around me shifted so quickly and violently it seemed like an earthquake had just struck.

"Keep those sounds to yourself" Nicholas grunted as he sat on top of a desk. He was staring at me like he wanted to kill me. Or fuck me. One of the two.

“What he means, love,” Quinn’s breath was warm and slightly labored on my exposed neck, “is that you should avoid those noises outside the bedroom.” His fingers slid slowly down my back, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. “They make it hard for us to control our reactions.”

Nicholas let out a humorless chuckle. “You could’ve stopped at hard .”

Heat bloomed in my cheeks under the undeniable weight of their stares, of their rumbling, out-of-control magic, and it took me every ounce of courage to avoid looking down.

I cleared my throat, trying my best not to melt under Quinn’s slow, knowing touch. “Sorry. Not my fault, though.” I couldn’t repress a shudder. “He’s the one touching me in a way that summons these noises.”

“So you’re saying it’s my fault?” Quinn asked in a husky voice, bending over me. His hands slid around my waist and stopped just above my belly, fingers lazily exploring my stomach through the thin layer of fabric of my sweatshirt. “Am I the reason behind your shameless moans?”

I swallowed, slowly rising to my feet before turning to face him. “Yeah.”

A sly smirk curled the corners of his mouth. “That’s quite interesting. This leads me to wonder…” He tapped his chiseled jaw with a fingertip, taking a step forward. “What if I were to touch you more intimately? How would you react?”

“We already fucking know” Nicholas barked, as he gripped the desk’s edge so hard all color was drained from his knuckles. He glared at Kenji, who was resting against another desk a few feet away. “Don’t we?”

Kenji clicked his tongue, his sharp gaze finding mine. “I doubt she’s reached her full potential.” A ghost of a smile flickered across his lips. “Bet we could make her shout.”

Heat crawled up my throat and cheeks, fueled by the memories of that one time in my old bedroom, but I refused to lower my head. “I’m not a screamer” I whispered. They wanted to play? For once, I felt like I could do the same.

He pushed away from the desk and slowly made his way to me, while Quinn, once again standing behind me, locked my wrists into the softest grip. “Want to bet?”

Again, I swallowed, heart stomping like a wild beast against my ribs. “Explain yourself.”

It was a game of power I refused to lose, a delicate balance between control and surrender. It felt dangerous, thrilling in a way that sent a shiver down my spine, and so intoxicatingly exciting I could hardly breathe.

“You keep your mouth shut,” he traced my lower lip with his fingertips, “nothing changes. You scream…”

"You come back to our room" Nicholas concluded, jumping off the desk and walking in our direction with the smooth, careful movements of a predator. "Sounds good?"

My heart was thumping faster and faster, fueled by Quinn's warm body right behind me, Kenji's finger on my lip, Nicholas's icy yet burning stare that seemed intense enough to undress me without a single touch. "Well." I bit my inner cheek. "It doesn't sound fair. What's in it for me?"

"Oh, love, isn't it obvious?" Quinn lowered his head to bite my neck softly, teeth grazing my skin just enough to make my body tense. "An unforgettable orgasm."

I didn't feel warm anymore: I feared my body would burst into flames at any given moment now. I shouldn't, right? I should shake my head no, walk to the other side of the room, and wait for Brenda to come, ignoring the palpitations igniting my lower belly.

"This is neither the time nor the place" I said instead, my voice so thin that it was hard to distinguish my own words. It was trembling with desire— I was trembling with desire. I glanced at the door. "Brenda will be here in—"

“She won’t” Kenji cut me off, as his hand slid down my throat with a deliberate slowness that was driving me insane. It was like he was taking the time to worship every inch of skin he encountered. “Class is canceled.”

I blinked. “Canceled? Why? How do you know it?”

“Flu.”

When nobody answered my other question, I clicked my tongue. "She told you, but you didn't bother to tell me. Is that correct?" I shook my head. "Unbelievable. I could've used the time to get another shift at the bookstore, or rest, or—"

“Or get fingered to the verge of tears by your boyfriends” Quinn intervened, before licking the shell of my ear. “That sounds way more fun, love, doesn’t it?”

Dear lord. Was I about to combust? Melt? Break into a million pieces? Maybe a combination of the three? I didn’t know. What I did know was that undressing me would probably reveal a wet spot on my panties. No, scratch that—I could feel the hot wetness pooling between my thighs, slick and undeniable. I was drenched.

“What if I say no?” I asked, trying—and failing—to hide my labored breath. “What if I don’t want to?”

“We stop.” Kenji’s fingers were tracing the hem of my sweatshirt, skin briefly brushing mine from time to time. “Of course.”

I paused for a moment to analyze the feelings hiding behind my short breath and trembling heart. I wanted it. I wanted them . Actually, there seemed to be nothing I desired more than their hands and mouths and bodies all over me, finally claiming something that had always been theirs.

“What if someone comes in?” I murmured, as I gave in and rested my back against Quinn’s chest.

Nicholas let out a low, threatening sound. “Then I’ll have to fucking kill them. Any other concerns?”

I slowly shook my head no, well aware I couldn't wait any longer. Their light, controlled touches poisoned my sanity with each passing second, driving me insane with the need for more. When I was alone, my thoughts became restless, a storm of doubts and insecurities that made it all feel so wrong, so impossible. My mind twisted and turned, searching for reasons why loving all three of them couldn't be right. But the moment I was with them, all of it disappeared. The worries, the second-guessing, the need for space—none of it mattered. Because they were my space, my safe haven, the only place where I could simply be .

“No. No, you can—”

“Good.”

Next thing I knew, Nicholas's mouth was on mine, tongue tracing the seam of my lips to unseal them. His kiss was just as I remembered: angry, impetuous, demanding. Yet, somehow, it also felt different—every stroke of his tongue, every bite on my lower lip, every tug on my neck to pull me closer to him spoke of need and absence and uncontrolled desire, like all that had been on his mind since he’d kissed me was kissing me again.

“You look starved” Quinn whispered in my ear, lips brushing my overheated, sensitive skin. “You wanted to be kissed so badly, didn’t you?”

Mouth still busy kissing Nicholas and thoughts too blurry to form a coherent sentence, I let a muffled moan be my answer.

“This bet isn’t looking too good for you, love” he went on, leaving a trail of kisses along the side of my neck. “Moaning already for a simple kiss?”

Yes—because Nicholas hadn’t been the only one dying for another kiss, the only one imagining it, wanting it, craving it. And the controlled roughness he was using to ravage my mouth and grab my hips from under my clothes, fingers digging into my flesh, was enough to summon a deep pulse at the apex of my thighs.

"Quinn" Kenji's voice said. It was firm and cold, as always, but somewhat strained. It made me open my eyes and look for him. He was standing close to us, just a few feet away; his eyes—grave, attentive—were on me, animated by a flicker of light I identified as lust. The last time I'd seen such emotion in him, he was pushing his fingers deep into my drenched pussy, whispering dirty words in my ear.

He was turned on.

“Lick her neck and bite it” he said. No, scratch that: what he’d given was an order, fair and square. “Slowly.”

A shiver rippled down my spine at the command, my breath catching in my throat. It wasn't just the words themselves but the way Kenji delivered them—calm, assured, like he already knew I'd obey just as much as Quinn would. My pulse pounded under my skin, heat rushing through my body at the mere thought of what was coming next.

Quinn chuckled, his warm breath caressing my skin. “Right away.”

His tongue was hot, wet, soft; in contrast, his teeth were hard and sharp, grazing my skin deliciously and sending a wave of goosebumps down my spine.

I whimpered in Nicholas's mouth. I reached forward with my right hand and back with the other, trying to touch my boys at least a little bit, but I was stopped immediately.

“No” Kenji said; his voice sounded almost bored, but a trained ear could recognize the emotions rumbling like wild waves just below the calm surface. “Restrain her hands.”

I pulled back slightly from Nicholas, lips wet and swollen and tingling, to stare at Kenji. “I can’t touch you?” I panted, barely registering Quinn’s hands unzipping my sweatshirt and taking it off me. I was wearing nothing but a tank top underneath—no bra, too. My nipples were hard as pebbles and perfectly visible through the thin fabric.

"Not today" he replied, eyes lingering on my heaving chest. "Today, we touch you."

"And we make you scream" Quinn added in a whisper, before gently biting my earlobe. His hands had moved so swiftly that I only now realized he'd used them to cuff my wrists. "Keep that in mind, love."

I couldn’t suppress a frustrated moan that only grew louder when Nicholas pinched both my nipples at the same time, the accuracy in his movements making it seem like he’d done it plenty of times. Like he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I won’t scream” I replied, my breathing labored. “You can forget it.”

Quinn chuckled softly in my ear. “We’ll see. Or rather, hear.” Then he proceeded to leave a long, slow trail of kisses on the side of my neck, his mouth so hot I found myself tensing up. His hands were still restraining mine, preventing me from moving too much.

“Nicholas, pull the top down” Kenji instructed. “Suck on her nipples.”

“Don’t tell me what to do” Nicholas grumbled, but then proceeded to do exactly as told, yanking the top down. My boobs spilled out, and the energy filling the room shifted immediately: it grew heavy, electrified. It was a prickling sensation on my exposed skin. “Fucking hell. Somebody lock the damn door. If someone else sees her like this—”

“I’ve concealed the door from the outside” Quinn interrupted him, between kisses on my neck. “Nobody is going to get in. It’s just us four.”

Just us four. The safest—and horniest—I’d felt in forever.

Nicholas knelt before me. He was so tall his head came up to my chest—the perfect height for…

“Oh” I whined, when his mouth closed around my left nipple. He looked up at me through thick, long lashes, dark locks of hair dangling in front of his icy eyes. As he started sucking, though, they looked like they were burning up in flames. “Fuck.”

I vaguely remembered our bet and did my best to keep my mouth shut, but it wasn't easy. Nicholas nibbled, licked, sucked, and kissed one nipple, while stroking the other one with his thumb. I never knew I'd be so sensitive in my breasts: jolts of pleasure coursed through my body—violent, relentless—making me squirm against Quinn's chest. Combined with his perpetual neck kisses, I felt like I could climax from just that, almost untouched.

“Unzip her pants” Kenji instructed.

I looked up at him, half insane with the way my two other boys were kissing and touching me. “Are you directing a porn video?”

Quinn chuckled against my throat; Nicholas let out a noise that sounded like a growl; the vibrations coursed through the nerve endings in my nipple.

Kenji, on his part, did nothing but raise an eyebrow. A split second later, he was standing right by my side, towering over me, index finger lifting my chin up. "No. I'm directing your orgasm."

His words made my lower belly clench, muscles contracting with the need for release. “So you're not going to touch me?”

“It depends” he replied, leaning in so close I could feel his warmth on my skin. “Do you want me to?”

There was a part of me that wanted to challenge him, to keep him on his toes a little bit, but I wasn’t able to: Quinn was sucking on a sensitive, tender spot below my ear, and Nicholas was slowly unzipping my jeans, lips brushing the strip of bare skin just below the hem of my tank top. I didn’t have the strength needed to play those mental games—I just wanted them touching me. All of them.

“Yes” I admitted shamelessly. “Yes, please.”

“So polite” Quinn murmured in my ear, tightening the grip on my wrists. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

I tried repressing a moan, but as soon as Kenji kissed me, it slipped into his mouth. He replied with a sound of his own—except it was deeper, darker, like a predator finally getting to sink its teeth in the prey's throat. That's what I was: a hunted down, cornered prey, and yet it was the safest I'd ever felt in my entire life. There was no better feeling than finally surrendering to those I knew I could trust.

Nicholas yanked me back to reality when, after pulling my jeans down to my ankles, he bit the elastic band of my panties.

“No” I panted, forcing myself to pull away from Kenji’s slow kiss. “Not like that.”

“Like how?”

I licked my lower lip, embarrassment making me want to disappear to avoid facing them. “I don’t—If you could avoid using your mouth. Please.”

Nicholas’s fingers dug deep into the backs of my thighs, short fingernails grazing my skin. I had to give him some credit, though: he immediately released my panties. “Why?”

“Just don’t. Please.”

He raised an eyebrow, metal piercing glinting softly. “You’re denying me my fucking meal. I think I deserve an explanation.”

“You denied me, too.” Kenji’s fingers were still on my chin, the calloused pads softly tracing the curves of my lower lip. “What’s the matter?”

I opened my mouth just to close it again a second later. I didn't know how to tackle the subject without wanting to die. "I don't want to. Isn't that explanation enough?"

“Of course it is, love” Quinn murmured, his lips still touching my overheated neck. “We merely want to know the reason behind such flat refusal.”

"It's a long, boring story." I forced myself to swallow, cheeks heating up under the intensity of their stares. I had their undivided attention—they were hanging on my every word. "I doubt you're interested."

Nicholas rolled his eyes. “Just fu—Just put us to the test.”

I wanted nothing more than to be heard, understood, comforted, but the truth behind my nos made me feel pathetic. I didn't want them to see me that way.

“It’s just… It’s embarrassing” I admitted, my voice not rising above a whisper. “Humiliating.”

“Says fucking who?”

“I do” I replied quietly, avoiding their gazes at all costs. “I don’t have a problem, uhm…using my mouth. But I’d rather you not go down on me.”

Kenji’s grip on my chin tightened a bit, though not enough to be painful. “The reason, Violet.” He clenched his jaw, exhaling slowly, and after a moment, his hold hold also grew gentler. "You're not… forced, of course. It would be appreciated."

I held back a giggle. The way Kenji and Nicholas were trying to soften their sharp angles so as not to wound me was endearing. Quinn was already a teddy bear of a man, so he didn’t count.

I swallowed for what felt like the millionth time, resting my head against Quinn’s shoulder, and I tried to summon what little courage was left in me. “I, huh… I used to have a friend with benefits, a few years ago.”

The air got tense and electrified like during a lightning storm, so heavy it suddenly became hard to breathe.

"A fuckbuddy?" Nicholas rose so quickly that I got dizzy for him, but he looked fine. Well, not really: with his flared nostrils and clenched jaw, he looked furious. "Is that what we're talking about here?"

“Well… I mean, yeah. It was—”

“Who is it?” Kenji interrupted me. His voice was calm, eerily so it didn’t match the dark cloud that had just settled over his eyes. “The name.”

I blinked. “Why does it matter?”

“Because it does. Everything about you matters.”

“And because we’re going to hunt him down for whatever fucking thing he did to you.”

Quinn snickered, pulling me back toward him. “And maybe curse him. Who knows. Just drop the name, love.”

I felt equally moved, terrified, and amused by their words. “Dylan.”

“Dylan what ?”

“Listen, it’s been so long I don’t even remember his last name anymore. Besides, that's not the point.” I licked my lips, squirming in Quinn’s firm hold. “We… hooked up a couple of times. He needed to blow off some steam. I needed a distraction—from, well… everything going on in my life. And I wanted to feel normal.” I shrugged. “Part of something.”

“What did he do wrong?” Kenji asked.

I let out a long, shaky breath. “Every time we did it, he insisted I… I suck him off, which was something I was fine with, but he would never do the same." I lowered my head. It was kind of hard for me to talk explicitly, but finding alternative ways of referring to sexual acts was even weirder. It made me feel like a kid who did not want to get in trouble. "One time—the last time we fucked—I asked him why. I didn't want him to eat me out," I cleared my throat, "I just wanted to know the reason. He said…" My voice quivered, so I paused, gathering myself. It was stupid. It had been a million years ago. It didn't make sense the way it still affected me. "He made a disgusted face and said he would never, because it probably tasted gross, and that I was a weirdo for even thinking he'd do it."

“I’m gonna need you to think really hard about that last name, Princess” Nicholas groaned, gripping my left hip with such force it looked like he was scared I’d disappear right before his eyes. “Okay? That fucking coward better start counting his days because—”

“Stop” I interrupted him, trying to infuse my voice with as much authority as I could. “He’s not important. You wanted to know why I was so against the idea of being eaten out, I’ve given you a pretty detailed explanation. Can we…” I swallowed, trying to ignore the shame clawing at my insides. “Can we go back to what we were doing?”

There was a moment of complete silence, during which I felt my boys having what I would describe as a mental conversation. No words were spoken, yet they were clearly communicating.

"Let me get this clear" Nicholas finally said, squeezing my hip. "You're stopping me from eating your cunt just because some fucker made an ignorant assumption based on nothing a million years ago?”

“I know it sounds stupid” I admitted. “It is. But what he said stuck with me, and… ugh. The thought of you putting your mouths anywhere near my private… my vagina is paralyzing.”

Nicholas knelt down again, fingers slipping under the elastic band of my panties. “Two strokes of my tongue is all I’m asking for, Princess. Two strokes and I bet you’ll change your mind.” He left a small, chaste kiss on the mons pubis, then a playful bite. I was surprised my panties still hadn’t caught on fire. “You’ll be coming in my mouth in no time.”

My throat was tight when I tried to swallow. It sounded appealing, of course, but the mere thought was just too scary. “We’re already making a bet” I pointed out, my voice weak. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but it’s not the right time. Maybe in the future?” I stared at Nicholas, Kenji, and I even turned to get a glimpse of Quinn’s face, like I was looking for their approval. “Maybe. I don’t know. Not right now, though.”

There was a moment of stillness, then Kenji clicked his tongue. “Eventually. Nicholas, how wet is she?”

I found myself holding my breath as he pulled my panties down, yanking them hard as if he couldn't wait any longer to get me naked. "Prettiest fucking cunt I've ever seen" he muttered, his hands sliding up my thighs. His fingertips stopped on my groin, so close and yet so far from where I wanted them. "All pink and wet. Bet it tastes good, too."

“Just touch me” I panted, pushing my hips toward him. “Please.”

“Patience, love.” Quinn’s breath was warm on the back of my neck. “The key to it all is patience.”

But I was running out of it. Surrounded by my boys, by the roaring energy of their magic, with their hands and mouths touching all the right places, I was inching close to a limit I didn’t even know I had.

As Nicholas brushed my wet outer lips with his fingertips, making my muscles clench, Kenji walked past him and stopped by my side. "How wet?" he asked again, though his eyes wouldn't leave mine even for a moment.

He pushed his fingers deeper in my flesh, and a smug grin made its way to his lips. “Fucking drenched. You’re making me thirsty, Princess.”

I licked the dry corners of my mouth, unable to resist the urge to rock my hips back and forth. “Please.”

Out of nowhere, one of Kenji’s hands reached my left hip and grabbed it, locking me in place. “Stay put” he ordered, his voice deep and smooth like an underwater current. “Can you? Or do I have to restrain you?” A glimmer of something danced in his gaze as he spoke, but it was gone so fast I couldn’t identify its nature.

“Yes, sir” I muttered, my breath catching in my throat as Quinn playfully bit my neck. “I mean, I can stay still. Not the… the restrain thing.”

He clicked his tongue, something in his expression suggesting amusement. “Such a shame.”

I couldn’t even disagree, to be fair. The thought of being tied up and left at their mercy was somewhat enthralling.

Nicholas chose that moment to move his fingers up until they lightly brushed my clit. Electrified pleasure shot through me, and I jerked, but Kenji kept me nice and still.

“You like it there, Princess?” A wicked smirk split his face. “Did I hit the right spot?”

A whimper escaped my lips as I nodded, my head heavy and clouded. Quinn relentlessly kissing and licking my neck didn't help me focus, that was for sure.

“Lift her” Kenji ordered. “Hands under knees. I’ll hold her wrists.”

Quinn immediately sprang into action. He let go of my forearms and bent to grab me from behind my knees; he then proceeded to lift me just like Kenji had asked, my upper thighs squished against my chest and feet dangling mid-air. Jeans and panties slid onto the floor.

Below me, Nicholas didn’t move for a couple of moments. My exposed cunt was right in his line of sight, and he seemed unable to tear his eyes off of it. He was staring at it like… well, like he wanted to eat it—the ravenous look in his eyes left space for little doubt.

“Christ” he mumbled, before licking his lower lip. “Wanna rethink your no, Princess? That clit is begging to be sucked on.” He gave me a peck on the back of my right thigh, dangerously close to my crotch. The warm yet short touch sent a wave of shivers down my back and directly to my core. “I’d lick it slowly. Up and up.” Another peck, this time on the left thigh. His icy blue gaze was drilling into my soul. “Circle it with the tip of my tongue.” He got so close I felt his hot breath on my pussy, making me quiver with need. “Then finally suck on it ‘til you can’t tell left from right and you come all over my tongue.” He smiled wickedly, his breath labored as if he’d gone through everything he’d just mentioned. “I’d even lick you clean after, Princess.”

Good lord. I was panting, too, the images he’d created so vivid in my head I was seconds away from just giving him permission to feast on my cunt however he wanted, so long as he made me come. But no, no . I couldn't even think about it without feeling sick. I instinctively tried to close my legs, but Quinn kept me still, pressing me against his solid chest.

“No” I said, my voice clearly trembling. “Please. Just… Just use your fingers.”

Nicholas stared at me for a very long moment before he sighed and curtly nodded. “Alright then. Just so you know, my fingers are as good as my tongue.”

He said nothing more: a split second later, he brushed my outer lips with his fingers, dragging them up inch by inch. It was a good thing Quinn was holding me up so tight: I felt dizzy, enough to collapse on the floor. His thumb found my clit almost immediately—not even I was that quick to locate the right spot when it came to masturbating. He pressed slightly on it, rubbing it with small, quick movements that made my pulse pick up its pace. Pleasurable heat was already starting to build up between my thighs.

“Quinn” Kenji called, as his hand slowly raised to my breasts. He started to flick my left nipple with a finger, up and down, up and down, the motion slow and calculated. “Give her a hickey. Make it visible.” He bent over, his free hand reaching up to push a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I want no doubts in people’s minds when they wonder who you belong to.”

My breath caught in my throat. God. Between Quinn devotedly sucking on my neck, Kenji's husky commands and torturous fingers on my nipples, and Nicholas's relentless strokes on the right spot, my thoughts unraveled—foggy, unclear, incoherent. My sanity and balance were both starting to abandon me.

Some distant, far off voice reminded me I couldn't scream, not if I wanted to win the challenge, and a part of me briefly wondered why—why should I win? Why should I keep being headstrong and refusing to go back to my boys' room, when it was clear I desperately wanted to be with them? When it was obvious how good they were for me?

But I mentally shook my head as my breathing grew heavier and heavier, weighed down by the burning pleasure spreading in waves through my body. I needed some time to myself. I needed my own personal space to discover who I was without the restrictions and limitations of an abusive household. I needed to get to know myself all over again. So I pressed my lips together, sealing them so tightly that not even a whimper would be able to slip out.

Staying quiet was proving rather hard, though. Nicholas's approach was vastly different from Kenji's: while the first boy to ever make me come had shown a preference for teasing, edging, showing patience and control, and doing everything in his power to make me beg for release, Nicholas was eager, impetuous, like he couldn't wait a second longer to make me climax. His fingers, rubbing my clit quickly, relentlessly, were awakening nerve endings I didn't even know were there, starting fires that threatened to devour me whole.

“Oh” I whimpered, when a sudden wave of pleasure coursed through me. “This is… Fuck .”

“I’m sorry for telling you this, love, but you are definitely going to scream” Quinn murmured. His tongue licked a particularly sore spot on my throat, making me shiver. “It will be nice having you back.”

I swallowed. Controlling my reactions was not easy, not at all—the boys were giving me no chance to catch my breath. Faster and faster strokes, endless, tireless sucking, and then that constant rubbing and pinching on my nipples. I was just so caught up in pleasure that my thoughts were scrambled all over the place, not really making a lot of sense, and whiny noises kept slipping out of my mouth, fueled by the liquid gold boiling in my body.

“Agreed” mumbled Kenji, as he pinched my nipple harder.

My orgasm exploded out of nowhere. It was a violent burst of blissfulness, devastating to the point I lost touch with reality for a couple of seconds—not enough to scream, though. All I let out was a muffled, desperate moan, along with a shudder that left me weak and limp in Quinn’s hold.

“I came” I panted, trying to close my legs to no avail. “You can… Oh. You can stop now.”

Nicholas clicked his tongue as he looked up, fingers still stroking my oversensitive clit. “I know damn well you came. I’m not done.”

God. It was the sweetest torture I’d ever endured. I didn’t know if I wanted to kick him in the face or beg him to make me come again.

“I didn’t scream” I went on, voice cracking as what felt like electricity coursed through my limbs. “I… I won. Now let—I want you to let me go. I won” I repeated.

For a long moment, Nicholas did nothing apart from looking up at me, fingers still lazily caressing my pussy. He was playing with his lip piercing. "Did you?" he finally asked, licking his lower lip so provocatively it almost made me horny again. "Did you actually win, Princess? Hm?”

I blinked two times, trying to formulate a coherent answer. His caresses on my overheated, oversensitive flesh were making it hard for me to focus. “I didn’t scream.”

“Indeed” Quinn whispered in my ear, causing a waterfall of shivers to roll down my spine. “But we happened to witness the greatest show humankind has ever seen.” He left the softest kiss on my nape, followed by a playful lick. “Your authentic, unrestrained pleasure.”

"Damn right" Nicholas agreed, slowly rising to his feet. "We're the ones who fu—who won today."

Kenji didn’t say anything, but it only took me one look to know he thought the same. Crap. I’d definitely fallen right into their trap, but I couldn't lie—I'd enjoyed it. For a moment, I'd pushed away all the thoughts trying to tell me this was wrong, that having all three of them wasn't right. Right now, I just wanted to enjoy the moment—to let go, to lose myself completely.

In every possible way.

I would deal with the rest—my conscience, my doubts—later. But not now. Not when their hands, their lips, their presence were the only things that felt real.

My body still tingled, my mind quiet and at peace… Coming while all of my boys touched me, their magic buzzing wildly as they pleasured me, had been a mystic occurrence. I felt replenished. Sated. Floating in a bubble of pure bliss.

“Not really” I quietly replied, still a bit out of breath. “I still get to keep my own room. I’d say I… I think I’m the winner.”

“Did you hear that?” Nicholas bent down to grab my forgotten clothes, eyes never leaving mine. “Princess thinks she’s the winner.”

I almost made a whiny sound when Quinn gently let me down, and Nicholas handed me my jeans. Not my panties, though: he was still holding onto those, twisting the white fabric around his fingers. Suddenly feeling shy, I used the pants to try and cover myself up as I reached toward him with my free hand. “Can you give me those? Please?”

He came dangerously close, so much so that his lip ring touched the corner of my mouth. “Hell no. You said you won, huh? These,” he waved the panties just out of my reach, “are for us to keep.” He looked at them for a moment, then a tiny, mischievous smile appeared on his lips. “A booby prize.”

Quinn chuckled softly, his hands grazing the skin of my naked hips. “He’s going to keep them all to himself, love. Will probably use them to masturbate while he thinks of you.”

“Fuck off, Quinn.”

I felt myself blushing at the mental picture, which really made no sense, given what we’d just done. “So I can’t have them back?”

“You could.” Nicholas raised his eyebrow, the steel piercing reflecting the light. “If you came back to our room.”

I stepped back and awkwardly bent forward to slide my jeans on, well aware my butt was on full display. I felt a little pathetic. “These… These weren’t the terms.”

“Maybe I changed them.”

“You know what, keep the panties” I huffed, zipping the pants up. “I have other pairs in my own room, room that I intend to keep for a long time.” I grabbed my bag and headed toward the door with big steps, only turning to give the guys one last look. “I hope you can respect that.