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K ai’s mother is very accommodating. But after an hour of smiling politely and nodding at her stories, I couldn’t do it anymore. Social exhaustion hit hard, and I told her I was going to crash early. She didn’t argue, just led me to Kai’s room.

I flick on the light to the en suite bathroom. There’s a large walk-in shower, big enough for all five of us to fit if we wanted to one day, and double sinks. Off to the side is a separate room for a toilet.

Twisting the shower handle, I let the sound of rushing water and the building steam settle around me. After stripping my clothes off and piling them on the floor, I pull the elastic from my hair, letting it fall in loose, messy waves that skim my shoulders and back.

Opening the linen closet, I dig through neatly folded towels until I find the perfect one—big, fluffy, and soft enough to wrap up afterward. When I swing the closet door shut, the tiny hairs on the back of my neck prickle.

“Miss me?”

I whirl around, heart slamming into my ribs, and find Silas leaning casually against the doorframe like he owns the place. Like he owns me. His smirk is sharp enough to carve me in half, and his dark eyes flicker over me with an intensity that makes my skin flush.

“Jesus, Silas,” I snap. My heart’s racing too fast, and I know he can see how my chest rises and falls like I’ve run a marathon.

He steps closer, and I don’t move.

I can’t.

The space between us vanishes, and then his hands are on me, warm and possessive, as they skate over my bare skin. “God, I could touch you forever.” His mouth brushes against my neck, and I feel the graze of his teeth before his lips latch on, sucking just hard enough to make me gasp.

“Silas—”

He groans, the sound vibrating against my throat, and his hands find my hips, guiding me back until the cold marble counter presses into my skin. With a quick, fluid motion, he lifts me onto it, his fingers digging into my thighs as he steps between them.

“Loving you is a curse I can’t outrun,” he says, his breath dusting my neck as his hands slide up my thigh, one settling on my hip, the other moving to my breast. His thumb rolls over my nipple, drawing a sharp intake of breath from me as it hardens under his touch. “And I never fucking will.”

His lips crash into mine. The taste of whiskey lingers on his tongue as he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming my body like he can’t get enough.

My fingers curl into his hair, and I feel the wicked curve of his grin. And then, just as his teeth scrape my jawline, the bathroom door creaks open.

“Should’ve guessed.”

I freeze for a split second, but Silas doesn’t even flinch. If anything, his grip on my thighs tightens, like he’s daring me to stop now.

“Kai,” I start, but he steps further into the room, his expression downright smug.

“You two really couldn’t wait, could you?” Kai’s eyes flick over us, lingering on the way Silas is pressed between my legs, my body still pliant under his hands. “My parents are just downstairs.”

“Then close the door,” Silas says, as if he doesn’t plan on letting me go anytime soon.

Kai does as he’s told. His gaze shifts to me, and I can see the flicker of mischief in his eyes. He’s enjoying this far too much.

“Is this where I say, ‘Don’t let me interrupt’?”

“Shut the fuck up. Come over here and make yourself useful,” Silas throws back.

Silas’ lips are still on my neck, teeth scraping and biting just enough to leave marks that make me shiver. While Kai leans in, his kiss is softer, slower, teasing in a way that sets me on fire. It’s dizzying, being caught between them, but this is what I want.

What I crave.

Kai tugs me off the counter, his touch firm but gentle. Silas doesn’t let me go easily, his hands lingering on my hips as he follows us into the still-running shower. Steam fills the spa; the air thickens as the sound of rushing water drowns out everything else.

Kai pulls me with him under the warm spray. The water washes over us, soaking my hair, running down my skin, and making every nerve ending burn hotter. He pulls me close, his hands settling on my waist as he dips his head to kiss me again, the heat of his mouth rivaling the steam around us.

Behind me, Silas steps in. His hands slide up my back, claiming me without hesitation. I shiver as his lips find the curve of my shoulder. His cock pressing against my back.

Kai doesn’t let me go. His hands cradle my face, his lips brushing against mine, coaxing me to lose myself in him. The contrast between them—Kai’s featherlight touch and Silas’s raw intensity—is a push and pull that makes my knees weak.

“Careful,” Silas murmurs against my skin, his dick now sliding in between my ass, teasing my hole. “You’ll ruin her.”

Kai chuckles, his lips moving against mine, “Tell me, Mahal, were you wet at dinner in front of my family?” His words burn over me as the frustration builds inside of me, their hands and lips exploring everywhere except where I want them. “So greedy, couldn’t even wait two nights to have one of our cocks.”

“Kai…”

Silas’ hands move to my chest, his palms rough against my wet skin as he cups both of my breasts, squeezing just hard enough to draw a gasp from me. “So let’s give her both of our cocks.”

“Please…” I whimper.

“‘Please,’” Kai mocks, his voice a low drawl that sends heat pooling in my stomach. “Begging like a greedy little girl… god, I fucking love it.”

My body arches instinctively, desperate, but they keep me on the edge, their movements perfectly in sync, denying me the release I crave. These men. The way they crave every inch of me. Like I do of them. I can’t get enough of them.

Silas looks at me like I’m oxygen, the one thing he can’t live without, no matter how much the world tries to suffocate him. He’s relentless in his devotion, in his need to claim and protect me, and every glance he gives me feels like it’s branded into my skin.

Kai’s the opposite. He makes me feel alive, weightless, like I could leap off a cliff and he’d be waiting at the bottom to catch me, grinning the whole time. He’s laughter and light in a way I’ve never known, and he makes me believe, even just for a moment, that maybe I’m not broken.

My chest aches with how much I feel for them. For all of them.

Because it’s not just Silas and Kai.

Levi’s brooding intensity flashes in my mind. His sharp edges and guarded walls have always pulled at me, making me ache for him in a way that feels impossible to explain. He’s the quiet storm I never saw coming, and when he looks at me—really looks at me—he sees someone who might actually be worth saving. It’s like drowning in the best way.

And then there’s Dayton…

I can almost hear his cocky laugh in my head, feeling the way he commands a room without trying. He’s impossible—arrogant, infuriating, and so damn magnetic it drives me crazy. But beneath his smirks and teasing words is something softer, something vulnerable he only lets me see.

I’m not just in love with them. I’m wrecked for them.

Each of them owns a part of me that I’ll never get back, no matter how hard I try. We’re a mess—a beautifully chaotic, tangled mess—but it doesn’t matter. I’m too far gone to untangle myself, and the truth is, I don’t want to.

“You’re thinking too much,” Kai murmurs.

I open my eyes, and water droplets gather on my eyelashes. “Am I?”

“Yeah.” Silas chuckles. “We’re right here, Sable. Focus on that. Focus on our cocks.”

“Let us pull you back, Mahal.”

Silas tilts my chin up and backwards with a single finger, forcing me to meet his gaze. He’s devastatingly beautiful, even more so now, with his wet brown hair plastered to his forehead and those stormy gray eyes boring into mine.

“We’re going to be rough tonight,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing along my jaw. “But don’t you dare mistake it for anything other than us loving you.”

Kai averts my attention to him. “If it’s too much, Mahal, you say the word, ‘Horsemen.’ Now kneel.”

I nod, my lips parting slightly, knowing that it’s their group’s nickname makes it even hotter.

Slowly, I sink to my knees, the slick tiles of the shower floor cool beneath me. The water cascades over my skin, soaking me completely, turning this moment into something that feels almost sacred, like a baptism into something irrevocably ours.

It pools around my calves as I settle, my eyes lifting to meet his. Wide and unguarded, my eyes lock onto Kai’s impossibly hard cock, his hand lazily stroking himself as he watches me. That smirk of his, wicked and knowing, twists my stomach into knots, leaving me desperate to please him.

“Get to work, Little Devil.”

I reposition myself, hand reaching for Silas first, wrapping around his cock, my grip firm and teasing as I stroke him slowly. His groan vibrates through the space, and it makes my thighs clench in anticipation.

Kai taps on my cheek, snapping my attention to him. He smirks and nods toward his cock. “Open up, Mahal.”

I part my lips, letting my tongue flick out to taste him. He hisses as I take the head into my mouth, my cheeks hollowing to draw him deeper. His hand tangles in my wet hair, gripping just enough to guide me, and his head falls back.

“That’s it,” Kai breathes. “Fuck… just like that.”

Silas’ hand brushes over my shoulder. “You’re so fucking perfect like this.”

The praise sends heat pooling in my core, and I let myself get lost in their reactions. My hand works Silas’ cock, stroking him in time with the rhythm of my lips around Kai. Their sounds—the murmured curses, the harsh breaths—wrap around me, pulling me deeper into the haze of pleasure and power that comes from being the center of their attention.

“That’s right. Make a fucking mess of yourself, Little Devil.”

Kai’s hips buck slightly, his cock hitting the back of my throat, causing me to gag. My mouth waters, saliva spilling out of the seams of my lips. Silas growls under his breath, his muscles tensing under my hand.

“Switch,” Silas commands, and I glance up at him through my lashes, my lips wet and swollen. His thumb brushes over my cheek, a fleeting moment of tenderness that makes my chest tighten.

Kai chuckles, stepping back just enough to let Silas take his place. “She’s all yours, Morgan,” he says.

I shift, my hand moving to Kai’s length as I take Silas into my mouth. The taste of him fills me instantly, and he groans, his hands gripping my hair tightly. He doesn’t force me, but his hold is firm, controlling, making it clear that he’s in charge now.

“Fuck,” Silas mutters as my tongue swirls around him. “You’re too damn good at this.”

Kai’s fingers trace slow circles up my arm, his touch a maddening tease. “You love this, don’t you? Being on your knees, being ours to ruin. You were made for this.”

A muffled hum escapes me, vibrating around Silas’ cock, and the sound earns me a guttural curse from him. His grip in my hair tightens just enough to make my scalp sting, the delicious pressure grounding me. “Fuck, she’s such a good little slut for us, isn’t she?”

“You’re fucking dripping, aren’t you? You love it when we claim you, when we take you like this.”

Kai’s right. I do love it. The way they look at me, devour me, like I’m the center of their goddamn universe. Like I belong to them, body and soul. Every filthy word, every punishing touch makes me feel alive, wanted, theirs.

“Look at me, Mahal,” Kai commands.

I obey, meeting his eyes as Silas slips from my lips, my breath coming fast and shallow. He tugs me to my feet. My legs tremble beneath me, but his strong hands steady me effortlessly, holding me like I belong to him.

“Do you want to take our cocks in that wet cunt and tight little asshole?”

I nod, my lips parting, a breathless whisper escaping. “Yes.”

Kai’s lips crash against mine, relentless and claiming, his kiss a searing reminder of who I belong to. His tongue tangles with mine, the taste of him overwhelming, the sheer force of his need igniting something primal inside me. My head spins, the world narrowing down to just us.

Before I can catch my breath, his hands slide under my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, clinging to him as he presses me against the cool, wet tile. His cock presses against my entrance, and he thrusts into me in one smooth motion, bottoming out so deep it steals my breath.

“Fucking hell, Mahal,” Kai groans as he pulls back and slams into me again, his hips moving with a punishing rhythm. My nails rake across his shoulders, the sensation of his cock stretching and filling me making my head tilt back against the tile.

“Kai…”

He turns us around so my back is to Silas, who moves closer, his hands on my hips even as Kai fucks me hard.

“Dayton told me you liked this position.”

A blush creeps up my chest, the heat pooling in my cheeks as Silas’s words remind me of that night. Dayton’s teasing smirk flashes in my mind, along with the memory of being caught in the catacombs watching as a girl was taken by two frat guys.

“Please… Silas. I need you.”

Silas hums in approval, his hand gliding lower until his finger circles the rim of my asshole.

“This little hole,” Silas growls, reaching for the bottle of body oil sitting on the shelf. He pours a generous amount into his palm, rubbing it between his fingers before sliding his slick hands over my ass, teasing, preparing. “Always so fucking eager for me.”

His other hand moves to my waist, gripping me firmly, holding me in place as his finger slides inside. The stretch is slow and maddening.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Silas mutters. “You take my finger so well, Little Devil. But I think you need my cock to break you.”

Kai’s thrusts falter slightly, his rhythm stuttering as he watches over my shoulder. “You better get inside of her before I bust.”

Silas doesn’t answer, his focus entirely on stretching me out. He adds another finger, working them slowly. My body rocks between them. Kai’s cock inside me and Silas’s fingers teasing me into submission, making my entire body burn.

“Silas…” I whimper, barely able to form the words, my hands gripping Kai’s shoulders for balance. “Please. I can take it. I need both of you.”

Silas chuckles, his breath warm against my skin as he withdraws his fingers, only to press the head of his cock against my entrance. “You want it? Beg me for it.”

My mind spins, pleasure and desperation clouding my thoughts as I find the words. “Please, Silas. Fill me. Fuck me. Own me.”

Silas pushes forward, his cock stretching me inch by inch until he’s buried completely. The fullness is almost too much, an overwhelming sensation that pulls a raw, unrestrained cry from my lips. Every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire, every inch of me claimed, taken.

Kai’s hand slides to the back of my head, and his lips devour mine, silencing the breathy sounds that escape me as Silas starts to move. Each thrust stretching me to my limit.

“Good girl,” Silas murmurs, a low rumble of satisfaction. “Taking us both so well. Look at you—made for this. Made for us.”

My body trembles between them, caught in the relentless push and pull of their movements, the sensation of pain and pleasure. I gasp as Kai shifts slightly, the angle driving him deeper inside me, the friction unbearable and addictive all at once.

Kai’s teeth graze the edge of my jawline. “You feel that, Mahal? Our cocks stretching against that thin wall inside of you? Can you feel it?”

“Fuck,” I gasp, the sound broken, desperate. My fingers clutch at Kai’s shoulders, nails digging into his skin as Silas grabs my hips, his grip firm and grounding.

“I love you like this,” Silas growls, his hands moving to spread me wider for him, pulling a gasp from my throat. “Being completely filled. I can feel Kai’s cock against mine.”

Kai thrusts deeper, harder, his forehead pressing against mine as he gasps my name. His hand grips my thigh tightly, holding me in place as he buries himself inside me one final time. His cock pulses, the heat of his release spilling into me.

Silas follows immediately as he drives himself deeper into my ass. I feel the heat of him filling me, and it sends me over the edge again, my body shaking as pleasure crashes through me like a wave.

“Come on my spent cock, Mahal,” Kai murmurs against my cheek, making me whimper as my pussy clenches his softening cock.

For a moment, the three of us remain tangled together, the only sounds in the room our ragged breathing and the patter of water still dripping from the shower.

Behind me, Silas withdraws carefully, his hands steadying me as I sag between them. His lips brush against my shoulder. “I fucking worship you, Little Devil”

Kai’s strong arms are still wrapped around me as my legs slowly loosen from around his waist. He lowers me gently, making sure I’m steady on my feet before releasing me completely. My knees wobble, and Silas immediately steps in, wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me upright.

“Easy, Little Devil.”

“I’m okay.”

Kai turns off the water. Steam still clings to the air as Kai grabs towels from the nearby rack while Silas keeps me steady.

Kai drapes a plush towel around my shoulders, his fingers brushing against my skin as he gently dries me off. “Let’s get you out of here.”

They lead me out of the bathroom, a hand on my back, guiding me toward the bedroom. I collapse onto the bed, my body boneless and spent.

“Sit up,” Kai instructs, and I listen, my body floating from the high. He sits behind me on the bed with my brush from my overnight bag.

“What are you doing?”

“You don’t like waking up with tangled hair. So, I’m going to brush it so you don’t have to fight it so much in the morning.” He says it like it means nothing, but it means everything. The fact that these men have noticed every little detail of my life and take care of me with such ease makes it clear that I made the right decision coming back to them. Trusting them with me.

“Mahal, you did so well taking us tonight.” He brushes the last section of my hair before twisting it and settling it over my shoulder.

There’s something no one can prepare you for—the headspace your mind tumbles into after an intense session. It’s not something you can fully understand until you’ve lived it, felt it, let it consume you. It’s this strange, overwhelming euphoria that makes your chest feel too tight and your skin hypersensitive. It’s like floating, every nerve alive, while the weight of the world falls away.

Right now, I’m basking in it. My body is spent, trembling in the aftershocks, but my mind feels light, buzzing with a calm I can’t quite explain. There’s a warmth in my chest, a deep satisfaction that fills every hollow space inside me. It’s overwhelming, but in the best way, like being wrapped in pure, undiluted bliss. I feel safe. I feel... cherished.

“Thank you,” I say, and he replies with a soft kiss on my temple.

Silas returns with a fresh bottle of water and a soft blanket. He hands me the bottle. “Drink,” he orders gently.

I take the water, my trembling hands fumbling with the cap before Kai twists it off for me. I sip slowly, the coolness sliding down my throat. He tosses another over at Kai, who nods appreciatively. Silas pulls the blanket over me, tucking it around my body.

The bed dips as they both settle in beside me, Kai on one side and Silas on the other. I feel cocooned, safe, like nothing in the outside world can touch me here. Kai’s fingers thread through mine, and Silas brushes a kiss against my cheek.

“You okay?”

I nod, a small smile tugging at my lips. “I’m perfect. With you... I’m always perfect.”