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Xander

I probably shouldn’t have given Haven a whole gummy.

That’s the thing about me, though. I never do what I should.

By the time we get home, Haven is out cold. I gave Haven the gummy so she could relax and let loose, but it was also because of what I want to do to her once I get her into bed.

Fingering her—and what she told me after—already had my dick hard. It calmed down on the rest of the drive, but just the sight of her like this has my erection coming back.

I park in the garage and quietly get out of the car. When I open Haven’s door, she stirs.

“I’m just… so sleepy,” she mumbles.

“It’s all right, doll. I’ll get you inside.”

She moans softly in response, not moving until I pick her up. With a surprised squeak, she grabs onto my leather jacket.

“I’ve got you,” I murmur softly. “You’re mine to take care of, remember?”

The tiniest smile forms on her lips, and she nestles into me, resting her head on my shoulder. She’s so trusting like this. Too trusting.

Which is exactly how I want her.

Helpless.

Vulnerable.

Unable to fight back.

I bring Haven upstairs and set her onto mine and Lucas’s bed. Luc is still up, and he watches us with a predatory hunger in his eyes. I may have sent him a text or two updating him on the events of the night.

“I’ll be right back,” I whisper. “Get her out of her clothes?”

“Got it.”

I take a quick shower before I slip back into the dark bedroom. Lucas is sitting up in bed and stroking Haven’s hair. She’s still out, thanks to the weed. I neglected to tell her that it’s a strain that people mostly use to help them fall asleep.

“Am I joining in?” Lucas asks, keeping his voice low.

I pause, my hand already under the covers and roaming over Haven’s body. “Do you want to?”

“Do you want me to?”

Leaning over Haven, I find Lucas’s face and kiss him. “Always.”

After I pull away, Lucas hums lowly. “She does look pretty tempting, all passed out and vulnerable like this. You gave her the gummy?”

“She practically begged me for it.”

Chuckling, Lucas lowers himself so he’s lying next to her. We both pull back the covers, revealing her naked body. I kiss the exposed skin of her stomach, grinning when Haven doesn’t react.

“Turn on the lamp, will you?” I ask quietly.

I feel the mattress move, and then a soft light fills the room. That’s one of the many great things about living with someone as rich as Colton. The lights can all be dimmed down to a barely-on setting. It gives us enough light that we can make out Haven’s body and her expressions, but little else.

“God, her nipples are hard,” Lucas groans quietly as he squeezes one of her breasts.

“I already made her come tonight, and her body still wants more.” Leaning down, I whisper in her ear, “Greedy girl.”

I crawl in between Haven’s legs, and Lucas gets on all fours. He leans over her to wrap his lips around my dick and sucks until I’m fully hard again. My hips jut forward on their own, needing more from him, but he pulls back.

“Shit,” I grunt as I refocus on Haven. “You’re too good at distracting me.”

“Fuck her,” Lucas says quietly. He’s lying on his stomach now, his face only a few inches from Haven’s hips. “God, Xan, please fuck her. I wanna watch your cock disappear inside her.”

“Don’t worry, I’m getting there.”

I rub my cock against Haven’s pussy. Lucas and I had toyed around with the idea of breaking Haven in like this. She’s taken so much more than she’s used to from us—facefucking, forcing her to come, using her tits to get off—but none of us have pushed her this far.

We’ve all been worried about what will happen. It’s why I suggested this to Lucas. Having her intoxicated means her brain isn’t working overtime to remind her of the horrors of her past. It’s like a real-life cheat code.

“Please,” Lucas groans desperately.

With a chuckle, I push inside Haven. I can’t help how loud my groan is. She’s so soft, so wet, so warm.

“Shhh,” Lucas warns. “You’re gonna wake her up.”

“So what if she does? She needs the reminder of what she is to us.” I pull out of her and pause for a second before sliding back in. “Fuck, she feels good.”

Haven makes a weak, confused sound, but she doesn’t show any other signs of waking up. Lucas leans in closer, and as I pick up the pace of my thrusts, he swears under his breath.

“She’s taking all of you. Every goddamn inch.”

My hand falls to Haven’s clit, and I rub gently as I drive into her. “Just wait. I can’t stop thinking about how she’ll look stretched out on your thick cock.”

“Fuck,” Lucas whispers. His eyes travel up Haven’s body to her bouncing tits. “Fuck.”

“Play with them. Come on, Ace, I know you want to.”

“God, yes.” Lucas kisses up Haven’s body until he’s sucking on one of her nipples. He rolls the other between two fingers, moaning while he does. He’s as obsessed as I am. More, even.

I soak in the sight of the two of us like this. Haven is completely limp. She’s asleep, in her most vulnerable state, and we’re using her body for our pleasure like she’s nothing more than a toy.

To me, this is domination in its truest form. Haven is going to wake up tomorrow morning with an aching cunt and two men’s cum dripping out of her with little to no memory of how it got there. Some might say it’s sick to want to fuck an unconscious person, but I don’t care. This fits into our free use agreement with Haven, and I have no qualms taking advantage of that.

After a few minutes of fucking into Haven’s tight pussy, her eyes just barely open. She squints up at me in confusion. “Wha… n-no…”

“Shh, it’s okay. Just go back to sleep, doll. It’ll be over soon.”

Whimpering, Haven shakes her head. “Can’t. Xan… Luc…”

She tries to push Lucas off her, but he grabs both her hands and pins them above her head. She gasps when he goes back to sucking on her nipples, even as she shakes her head.

“Xan, Luc, you’re gonna—” Whatever she was about to say dissolves into a weak moan, and then her back arches, and her eyes close again.

“Oh, shit,” Lucas whispers. “Is she coming?”

Just then, Haven’s pussy tightens around my cock. A cry falls from her lips, and her body jerks against the bed.

“Shit, she is,” Lucas mutters before diving down and sucking on one of her nipples again.

I was only playing with her clit to help her stay wet and ready for my cock. I thought maybe she’d like it, but with how tired she was, I wasn’t expecting this.

And now… god, she feels so good. She’s thrashing around on the bed, full-on sobbing. Neither of us let up. Overstimulating her when she’s high and only half-awake just makes this better. She’s not even fighting, probably because she’s too tired and disoriented to remember that she can.

“Your safeword is window,” I remind her. “You can use it if you need to.”

“X-Xan,” she whimpers. She tries to free her arms from Lucas’s grasp, and when she can’t, her eyes roll back. “It—it—”

I chuckle softly. “Feels too good?”

“Yes,” she whines.

“You like how deep I am inside you? How easily you take me?” I slam into her. “You like being overpowered by two men when you can’t defend yourself?”

Haven’s pussy clenches around my cock, and her back arches again. Her lips part on a silent scream as Lucas pinches her right nipple hard.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe. “She’s coming again.”

The tiny, desperate sounds Haven makes drive me into my own orgasm. I slow to a near-stop inside her, my gaze clashing with Luc’s. When he sees my face, he scrambles to his knees, grabs my head, and kisses me roughly.

I groan against his lips as I fill Haven’s cunt with cum. Desperately, Lucas licks into my mouth. When I grab his throat and slide my tongue over his, his body turns pliant.

“Such a needy boy.” I squeeze the sides of his neck. “You don’t know how to wait your turn, do you?”

“Please,” Lucas whimpers. “I want to fuck her. I need it, Xan.”

“One more minute.”

When I let go of him, I realize Haven is watching us sleepily. It already looks like she’s drifting off again. Still, her hands lazily tug at my sides, so I follow. My arms slide underneath her, and before I realize what I’m doing, I’m cradling her and pressing gentle kisses to her neck.

“You’re such a good doll for me,” I whisper in her ear. “Now you’re gonna be the same for Luc.”

When I sit up, still inside her, Haven’s body sags into the bed. Her eyes are closed, and her breathing quickly deepens. My hands travel up her sides until I’m squeezing her breasts and swiping over her nipples with my thumbs.

“Xan,” Lucas hisses, the single word laced with impatience.

“Get over here.”

He crawls closer. When I grasp his cock through his pajama pants, he’s rock-hard. Fuck, I want to tie him down and suck his dick dry, but I’ve done that plenty of times before. Tonight, it’s time for something new.

Grasping the hair at the base of his neck, I shove Lucas down until his face is mere inches away from where I’m still deep inside Haven. He goes without resistance, dropping to his elbows so he can get closer.

“You’re going to lick up my cum as it drips out of her, and you’re going to swallow every single drop, you understand?”

He whimpers again, a near-tortured sound.

“You understand?” I repeat.

“Yes,” he groans. “Xander, please. I—I need it.”

Slowly, I pull out of Haven, smiling when he whines impatiently. The moment I’m fully out of her, his lips wrap around my cock, and he sucks the mixture of Haven’s desire and my cum off it. When he’s done, he dives into Haven’s pussy like a man starved. He goes hard enough that she stirs again, her head lolling to one side.

“All of it,” I tell him, holding Lucas’s head in place. I don’t need to, but sometimes, he needs to be reminded of who’s in charge.

His tongue delves inside her, and the deep groan he lets out makes me grin. He can barely contain how badly he needs our girl. When he’s done, I let him sit up. He’s panting, and he licks his lips while watching Haven hungrily.

“You wanna fuck her?”

“You know I do,” he growls.

“Get on your back,” I command. “Let’s get her on top of you.”

He does so, and while we’re maneuvering Haven, she wakes up again. She lets out a tired sound of protest, probably because she wants to sleep in peace.

“We’re not done yet,” Lucas says as we position her legs on either side of him. “Come here, little fawn.”

With a yawn, she lies on top of him. Her head is nestled against his bare chest, and she sighs contentedly and closes her eyes again.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” I warn. I stroke Lucas’s cock for a minute before guiding it into Haven’s pussy. The sight of her stretched out around Lucas’s dick is as beautiful as I imagined.

“Shit,” Lucas pants. “She’s so tight.”

When he thrusts up into her harder, Haven gasps, and her eyes fly open. He keeps his hands on her waist to hold her in place and does it again.

“God,” she chokes out.

I smack her ass. “We just discussed this. I’m your god. You say my name, not his.”

Lucas rolls his eyes, but I don’t miss the faint smile on his lips.

“Xan,” Haven moans.

“Much better.”

Settling between Lucas’s legs and behind Haven, I slide a finger inside her along with Luc’s cock. Haven squeaks in shock and bucks her hips, but Lucas holds her down.

“I knew you could take it,” I say. “I can’t wait for the day when we both fuck this dripping cunt of yours at the same time.”

“W-what?!” Haven sputters.

“Oh, doll. You have no idea what we want to do to you.”

Lucas moans as his cock slides in and out of Haven. “Xander, add another.”

“What do you say?”

“Please,” he grunts as he drives into Haven.

I oblige, stretching Haven even more. Lucas shudders. He has so much pent-up sexual energy toward Haven that I’m not surprised he already looks close to coming. He’s wanted this for years.

We all have.

“Luc,” Haven sobs when his thrusts turn harder.

“I know, I know.” He’s kissing the top of her head while still holding her tightly in his arms. “I’m gonna fill you up. Gonna come so deep inside you, little fawn. Gonna make sure you know just who you belong to.”

With her head buried in his chest, she sobs, “Please.”

I add a third finger, forcing groans from both of them. Even stuffed this full, Haven is so wet that Lucas is still sliding in and out of her easily.

“Oh, shit, Haven, I’m coming,” he grunts tightly. “Fuck. Fuck, Xan.”

“You’re both doing so good,” I praise. “Don’t stop.”

Lucas’s pace slows, but he obeys, not coming to a complete stop. Haven relaxes as Lucas’s hard thrusts turn gentle. When her eyes close, I smile to myself. She’s so out of it that she doesn’t realize what I’m forcing Lucas to do.

“Xan,” he pants. His body shudders violently, shaking the bed, but he still doesn’t stop. He’d go for hours if that’s what I told him to do. “I can’t take it.”

“You can,” I tell him calmly. “Fuck her until she’s asleep again.”

Lucas lets out a string of whispered curses as he continues to move in and out of Haven. She’s so close to passing out, and I want him to feel what it’s like to fuck her while she’s unconscious. It’s the ultimate form of owning her, I think—using her no matter what state she’s in.

When her face relaxes and her body goes limp against Lucas’s, I watch for another minute before placing a hand on his leg.

“All right. You can stop.”

“Shit.” Lucas’s voice is uncharacteristically high-pitched as he pulls out of Haven. His cum spills out of her a second later, dripping onto his softening cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Careful to not disturb Haven, I crawl around them until I’m beside Lucas. “Such a good boy.”

“Yours,” he pants quietly. His eyes are wide and shining with something soft and vulnerable and maybe even a touch fearful. “I’m your good boy.”

Leaning down, I seal my lips to his in a possessive kiss. My tongue plunges into his mouth, and he moans wantonly. He still has Haven on top of him, but her head is nestled against his chest, leaving his throat wide open. I wrap my fingers around it and squeeze the sides of his neck until his face is red and his eyes begin to flutter closed. I pull back just before he passes out, watching him regain clarity.

I smile down at him. I love taking the largest, strongest man I know and turning him into a pathetic, babbling mess. To the rest of the world, he’s the picture of masculinity. Tall, buff, protective, confident. But when he’s with me? He melts at the simplest praise from my lips, obeys me without question, and does anything he can to please me.

He’s nothing more than what I say he is.

“That’s right,” I say softly. “You’re mine.”

“And I always will be,” he whispers.

“I know, Luc.” I kiss him again. “Forever.”

He smiles. “Forever.”

I help him roll Haven off his body and onto the mattress. I’m in the process of cleaning her up with a wet washcloth when her eyes open. It takes her a second to realize what I’m doing, and then she covers her face with her hands and shakes her head.

“What? You want to stay sticky and messy all night?”

“Nooooo,” she whines, but she still tries to close her legs.

“Come on, doll. Let me finish cleaning you up.”

Lucas snorts in amusement while he rearranges the blankets. “We should get her high more often.”

I nod in agreement. “What do you think, Haven?”

She stays silent as I finish cleaning her up. Her hands still cover her face, and I figure she’s fallen asleep again until I hear her sniffle.

Lucas freezes. “Haven?”

She tries to turn away from us, but Lucas keeps her in place, and I gently pull her hands away from her face. When she protests, Lucas shushes her and kisses her forehead.

“Talk to us, doll,” I say.

Her bottom lip trembles, and her expression sends actual, tangible pain shooting through my chest. She looks desperate, confused, lost—like she’s just stepped out of a nightmare and doesn’t know what’s real and what’s not. Tears spill from her eyes as she helplessly looks from me to Lucas and then back again.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry.” I wipe at her cheeks. “You’re all right. You’re okay.”

Her breaths are shaky and stilted. “I—it—you—”

“What?” I pull her up into a sitting position. “You can tell us.”

Sniffling, she shakes her head and buries her face in my chest.

Concern burns in Lucas’s eyes as he moves closer and places his hand on her lower back. Normally, I think it’s an accomplishment to make a girl cry during sex. With Haven, I’m practically addicted to her tears, but not like this.

Did we go too far?

“Doll, what’s wrong?”

“I think she just needs to go back to sleep,” Lucas whispers. “She’s exhausted, she’s high, and this… this was a lot.”

“You’re right.” I lower my head, murmuring, “We’re going to put you to bed now, all right?”

Her only response is to cling to me tighter. It takes both of us to coax her under the covers, and even then, she doesn’t let go of me. I keep her trembling body in my arms, and Lucas slides in and spoons her, his hand on her hip.

“You’re okay,” he tells her gently. “You’re okay, little fawn.”

She’s still shaking, but I feel her relax a little, and when Lucas’s eyes snap to mine, I know he noticed it, too.

“Say it again,” I whisper.

“Say what?” he whispers back.

“The little fawn part? All of it? I don’t know, just do it again.”

Lucas inches closer to Haven. His large body dwarfs hers, and I swear I feel her lean into him just a touch.

Kissing her temple, Lucas murmurs, “You’re safe, little fawn. You’re okay. Just breathe for us, okay? Nice and deep.”

She manages to take a shuddering breath, and Lucas and I share a look of relief.

“That was so good.” He kisses the shell of her ear. “Can you do it again for us?”

For the next few minutes, we stay just like that. As Lucas continues soothing Haven, the tension eases out of her body. Her hands fall away from where she was clutching my shoulders, and her breathing deepens to a normal, relaxed point.

Thank fuck. I’d say the words out loud, but she’s so close to falling asleep again, and I don’t want to disturb that.

But then Haven nestles her head into my chest, and a tortured whisper slips past her lips. “It’s never felt good before. It’s always hurt.”

Lucas’s face falls, and I can feel my ribcage tightening. No matter how hard Haven tries to run from that goddamn cult, she can’t escape it. The memories, the pain, Isaiah’s cruelty—it follows her everywhere.

“It’ll never hurt like that again,” Lucas promises her quietly.

A rage I’ve been trying to ignore curls around my heart like an iron fist. Haven begged us not to kill Isaiah, and I understand why. Killing him will cause a lot of pain and suffering for his family. But the more I learn about Haven’s past, the more I believe they all deserve to feel that pain.

How many times did they turn a blind eye to what Isaiah was doing to her? How many of them thought it was justified? Normal?

Lucas’s hand slides onto my waist. “Xan. Calm down.”

It takes me a second to realize what he means. Tension riddles my muscles, and my breathing has turned harsh. There will be time for anger later, but right now, my focus needs to be on Haven.

Forcing myself to relax, I place a kiss to the top of her head. She lets out the tiniest of whimpers before fully drifting off. It only takes Lucas a few minutes to follow her.

I watch their dark, sleeping forms for hours. My mind goes in every direction—how Haven looked when she came in the front seat of my car, the specific ways I’d kill Isaiah to draw out his pain, the stupid paper I have due at the end of next week.

It’s not until the sky is beginning to lighten that I fall asleep. There really, truly is no rest for the wicked.