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The cool sensation of his touch makes me gasp, my back arching slightly. I bite my lip, eyes flicking between them. The way they surround me, the way their hands skim over my skin—it’s almost too much, and yet not enough at the same time.

Kieran brushes his lips against my temple. “Relax, Daisy. Let us take care of you.”

I let out a shaky breath, nodding. “I trust you.”

And then they begin.

Mason’s mouth is on my neck, kissing and biting just hard enough to make me gasp. Kieran’s fingers trace along my spine, teasing, while Beau’s hands are firm, steady, grounding me.

The room is warm, the air thick with tension. The weight of their attention, the way they touch me like they can’t get enough—it’s dizzying.

Beau murmurs against my skin, his voice rough. “Ready?”

I let out a breathless laugh, my head tilting back. “I guess we’re about to find out.”

Mason grins against my throat, teeth scraping along my pulse. “I fucking love this girl.”

I close my eyes, letting myself sink into the moment, into them. Right now, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

Kieran slides a hand lower, his fingers teasing between my thighs before drifting back, circling my ass. The motion makes me jolt. His breath is hot against my ear as he whispers, “You ever let anyone play here, sweetheart?”

Heat rushes through me, my breath hitching. “No,” I confess, my voice barely audible.

“Good,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder. “Means I get to be the first.”

Mason groans, his grip tightening on my hips. “Fuck, Kieran, don’t tease her too much.”

Beau chuckles, his fingers replacing Kieran’s, applying just enough pressure to make me whimper. “She likes it, don’t you, baby?” he taunts, his voice dripping with amusement.

I swallow hard, my body trembling with anticipation. “Yes,” I admit, breathless.

Kieran presses his lips to my ear. “That’s our good girl. Now, let’s see just how much you can take.”

I let out a shaky exhale, surrendering completely. Tonight, I’m theirs.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Daisy

The airbetween us crackles with anticipation, every second drawing us closer to something I can’t quite name.

Their hands are everywhere, grazing my skin, teasing, making me tremble in ways I’ve never known before.

Beau’s fingers slide over my waist, guiding me into position as I kneel before them. The pressure builds in my chest, my heart hammering as I feel Mason’s breath against my neck, the heat of Kieran’s presence at my back.

“Easy,” Kieran murmurs, his voice a grounding force as his hands settle on my shoulders. The weight of them, their focus on me—it’s overwhelming, but I crave it. Every touch feels like it burns its mark.

Mason steps forward, his hands finding their way to my hips. His touch is commanding, but there’s something soft underneath it all—a tenderness that makes my pulse quicken.

“Sit,” Beau instructs, his voice low and confident. I hesitate, but the spark in his eyes pushes me forward. I sink into Mason’s waiting lap.

The heat of his body against mine makes my breath catch. His hands slide up my back, pulling me closer. I lean forward,my lips brushing against his, the kiss deep, slow, the kind that makes everything else fade away.

But then I feel Kieran’s hands on my thighs, spreading them apart, pulling me toward him. I feel the head of his cock press against my ass.

The motion is deliberate, and I’m instantly aware of how exposed I am. But there’s no fear—just a thrilling awareness of being wanted in ways I never imagined.

Beau kneels before me, his hands steady as he guides me down. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t force me into anything, but the look in his eyes tells me everything I need to know. He’s waiting for me, just as much as I’m waiting for him.