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T he appointment was supposed to help, but instead, it dragged me back to places I never wanted to revisit.

The room was cold—too cold—and the sound of the doctor’s pen scratching against the clipboard was like nails on a chalkboard. It wasn’t her fault. She was kind, patient even, but her questions tore my brain apart.

How have you been sleeping?

Any intrusive thoughts lately?

What about the triggers—have they been manageable?

The way she said the word “triggers” made my skin crawl. Like it was a polite substitute for what really happened. Like it could erase the memories I’ve spent months trying to bury.

“I just want to forget for a little while.”

Silas’ hands cup my face, his touch firm but careful as he tilts my chin up to meet his gaze. “Do you want all of us to help you forget?” he asks.

I nod, unable to find the words.

The next thing I know, Dayton’s arm is around my shoulders guiding me up the stairs. His hand is warm against my back. “C’mon, babygirl. We are going to take care of what’s ours.”

The five of us step into his room. The familiar scent of cedar and something faintly musky wraps around me like a second skin. Dayton sits me on the edge of the bed, his hands resting lightly on my knees as he crouches in front of me.

Levi looks me over, his gaze assessing. To any outsider, it would appear harsh, but for me, that look is a sign of his love, and it eases the knot in my chest.

Silas may be the warrior who fights by my side, but Levi? Levi would burn the whole damn world to ash for me.

“Do you know your safe word?” Levi asks.

My heart flutters down into my stomach, heat pooling low as my body reacts to the sheer authority in his tone. The knot of tension that’s been coiled inside me all day loosens just enough to let something else take its place—desire.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what... trouble?”

My cheeks burn as his gaze roams over me, taking in the remnants of my tear-streaked face, my flushed cheeks, and my disheveled appearance.

I know I look like a wreck—like someone who’s spent the entire drive home crying. But my men don’t care.

They don’t flinch from my tears. They take them and build empires of destruction with them. They don’t see my cracks as weaknesses, they see them as fuel.

I swallow hard, my throat dry as the word tumbles out of me. “Yes, sir.”

Levi’s smirk widens, satisfaction flashing in his dark eyes as he nods, his approval settling over me like a warm blanket.

“Get her naked,” Dayton says.

“Stand up,” Silas says.

There’s no hesitation, no question, just quiet authority. I stand, my movements slow, as their gazes remain locked on me. My skin prickles with awareness under their scrutiny, even though I’m still fully clothed.

They’re not just looking at me—they’re seeing me.

It’s overwhelming, the way they look at me like I’m the center of the universe, like nothing else exists but this moment.

Like I’m all they’ll ever need.

Dayton steps in first. His hand slides over my shoulder, brushing my hair away from my T-shirt before his lips find the shell of my ear.

“We’ve got you, babygirl.”

My throat tightens, but I manage a small nod, my hands trembling at my sides. Before I can catch my breath, Kai moves in on the other side. “I love you, Mahal.”

His words hit me with the same force they always do, filling the cracks in my armor. “I know. I love you too.”

Levi steps forward then, his presence overwhelming, his heady scent invading every pore and pulling me under. He doesn’t say anything at first, just watches me with that sharp, penetrating gaze that always makes me feel exposed in the best way.

“Good,” he mutters. “Now stop thinking.”

He pulls my shirt off slowly, the fabric brushing over my skin as it slides up and over my head. The cool air kisses my bare shoulders, raising goosebumps, but the heat of their gazes keeps me warm.

“Fuck,” Kai breathes, his eyes roaming over me. “That is a sight I’ll never get sick of seeing, Mahal.”

His words make my cheeks burn, but I can’t bring myself to look away.

Levi doesn’t pause, his hands moving to the waistband of my jeans. His fingers work the button, and the denim slides down my hips in a smooth motion, pooling at my feet.

Dayton is there instantly, crouching beside me, steadying me with one hand on my calf as he pulls my jeans the rest of the way off. He doesn’t stop there, his fingers gliding down to remove my socks before he presses soft kisses up my calf and toward my thigh.

My breath catches, and I bite my lip, suddenly hyperaware of how vulnerable I am in front of them. But it’s not fear that’s making my pulse race.

It’s them.

It’s the way their hands are on me, steady and sure. The way their eyes drink me in, not with judgment or expectation, but with something deeper.

With love.

Levi’s fingers trail over my bare shoulders, his touch light as he tilts my chin up. His dark eyes bore into mine, and I feel myself unraveling under his gaze. “Tell us what you want, Sable. Say the words.”

“I want to forget,” I whisper, the words trembling on my lips. “I want all of you.”

Kai’s arms slide around my waist, pulling me against him as he presses a kiss to my temple. “That’s our girl,” he murmurs.

“Lie back.”

My legs feel like jelly as I move, but Dayton is there, steadying me with a firm hand on my arm as I sink onto the mattress.

Kai’s fingers trail over my stomach, teasing and light, sending ripples of heat through me. Silas’ hands find my thighs, his grip firm but careful as he spreads them, his movements unhurried. Levi stays close to my head, his fingers brushing over my cheek, his gaze never wavering.

Dayton’s hand finds my ankle, sliding up slowly until it rests just above my knee, his fingers tightening slightly.

“How do you want this, babygirl?”

I know what he’s asking, and I know what I want.

“Rough. I want it rough.”

“Is that right?” Silas’ free hand slides up to cup my chin, tilting my head so I’m forced to look at him. “You sure about that, Sable? Because if you want rough, we won’t hold back for you.”

“Yes,” I say, the word coming out as a breathless rush.

Before I can process his words, he’s on me, his hand gripping my wrists and pinning them against the mattress. His strength is effortless, unyielding, and it sends a thrill racing through me as my pulse spikes.

“You like this, don’t you? Being held down. Worshipped by the only men who can make you feel like this.”

“Yes,” I gasp.

His grip tightens, his fingers pressing into my skin just enough to make me squirm. His free hand trails down my body, his touch igniting a fire everywhere he lingers.

“Stay still.”

I nod, my breaths coming fast and uneven as he releases my wrists, his hand moving to my throat. He doesn’t squeeze— just holds me there, his thumb brushing over my pulse like he’s testing how far he can push.

“You’ve got four of us, babygirl,” Dayton murmurs, his lips brushing against mine, teasing but not quite touching. “Four men ready to give you exactly what you need. The question is… can you handle it?”

I whimper, a small cry sticking in my throat as my body screams for more than what he’s giving me. His hand trails down from my throat, ghosting over my collarbone before pausing just above the waistband of my underwear. Tilting his head, his fingers toying with the edge of the fabric.

“She’s already squirming,” Kai says with a soft chuckle.

“Please, boys.”

With a growl, Silas nudges Dayton aside. “Stop teasing her. She’s ready for all of us.” Silas hooks his hands under my knees, tilting my hips upward, “She’s so fucking perfect like this.”

Dayton leans in beside him. “Always. What do you think? Is she wet enough to take us?”

Levi steps closer, examining my glistening pussy, inhaling briefly before his lips curve faintly as his hand brushes over my cheek. His thumb drags lightly over my lower lip before he leans in. “I’ll get what we need.” Levi’s mouth claims mine in a kiss both soft and consuming. The taste of him overwhelms me, pulling me under until he finally pulls back, leaving me breathless and trembling with anticipation.

Dayton positions himself beside Silas. The two of them press soft, teasing kisses along my thighs, taking turns pressing kisses against my folds.

The sensation is maddening. Silas’ tongue hits my clit first, and my hips buck—desperate for more. Dayton’s hand presses against my stomach, holding me down as his finger slides inside me, curling upward just enough to make me go mad.

“Fuck, Si. She’s so fucking tight.”

He pulls his fingers out and lifts them to Silas’ lips.

“Suck, Si. Taste her.”

For a moment I think that Silas will just brush him off, not willing to partake in anything like that at all. Dayton enjoyed eating his brother’s come out of my pussy, possibly opening that door. But Silas? I look for any sign of rejection from Silas, but there is none. He grips Dayton’s wrist and pulls the two fingers toward him, taking them slowly in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks me off of Dayton’s fingers.

“Fuck, Si. What does she taste like?”

Silas pulls back with a quiet pop, his tongue darting out to lick the corner of his mouth. His eyes burn into mine as he answers. “She tastes like ownership.”

Silas growls a feral sound, burying his entire face into my pussy, biting, licking, sucking. My body trembles, tension snapping as my climax crashes over me. I cry out as my fist tugs on his hair, pulling him closer to my pussy.

“Fuck. Fuck… Yes.”

“That’s it, babygirl,” Dayton murmurs. “Let it out. Come for us.”

Silas doesn’t let up, his tongue working against me as he prolongs my release. His growl of satisfaction sends vibrations through me, and I come again. The edges of my vision blur, black spots flickering as I let go completely, my body sinking into the mattress. I’m barely aware of Silas pulling back, his lips glistening as he looks up at me.

“You taste so fucking good.”

Kai leans in beside him. “Fuck, Mahal, that was really fucking hot.”

I hear Levi return back into the room, but I don’t have time to find him before Silas’ in front of me, kissing me again. His gaze stays locked on mine, his dark eyes gleaming with approval. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” Dayton doesn’t let me catch my breath. His tongue slides into me. I whimper as his thumb finds my clit.

“Keep your eyes on me, babygirl.”

“Fuck,” I whisper.

“You’re doing so good for us,” Silas murmurs, his hand sliding down to rest over my heart. Levi’s hand finds Kai’s jaw, tilting his face up as he leans down, their lips meeting in a kiss. His hands sliding up Levi’s chest as the two have a heated battle with their tongues. The sight of them together sends a fresh wave of heat through me, my pulse racing as I watch Levi’s fingers tangle in Kai’s hair, fighting for dominance.

“You like watching them, don’t you? Such a little voyeur. I love that about you.”

Levi’s hand slides under Kai’s shirt, pushing it up to reveal the lean, defined muscles of his torso. The bed shifts as Dayton moves to the head, his clothes already shed, his bare skin glistening. His finger curls, beckoning me toward him. His dark eyes burning with heat.

“C’mere, babygirl.”

My body moves on instinct, flipping over and crawling toward him. The mattress dips beneath me as I straddle his hips, his cock hard and hot against my slick folds. The feel of him makes me ravenous, my breath catching as I brace myself on his chest.

“Ride my cock,” Dayton growls, his hands gripping my hips firmly. “Show me how good you are.”

I hover over him, teasing myself with the tip of his cock as I sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch. The stretch is delicious, overwhelming, he tips his head back against the pillows. “Fuck… baby… girl…” Dayton mutters, his voice breaking as I bottom out. He stays still for a moment, his hands trembling slightly on my hips as he lets me adjust. Then, slowly, he begins to guide me, rocking me against his cock. It’s already so full with Dayton—he’s enough for any girl to take.

I hear the soft click of a bottle, and Kai crawls onto the bed beside us. His hands glide over my back, soothing and grounding me as if coaxing my body into trust. A cool slickness is rubbed over my hole, and I tense instinctively, but Kai’s hands stay firm, circling the globe of my ass, massaging the edge of apprehension.

“Mmm, fuck, Mahal. I can’t wait to take your ass.”

He takes his time, drizzling more lube onto his fingers and letting it warm before he presses a single digit against me. The pressure is gentle, exploratory, as he teases me, his other hand smoothing over my lower back. His finger slides inside slowly, allowing my body to adjust before he adds another.

“That’s it, Mahal,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin as his fingers work me open. “So good for me. Just relax.”

I lean back, reaching for him. My fingers tangle in his hair as he presses his lips to mine in a kiss that’s rough, claiming. His hand spreads my ass further, and I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against me now, poised and waiting.

The pressure builds as he takes it slow, the stretch an intense, burning heat.

“You’re doing so good, Mahal,” he says, stroking my side in a way that makes me melt. “Relax for me. Let me in.”

I exhale shakily, forcing myself to let go, to trust him. The stretch eases as he pushes deeper, his cock filling me inch by inch until I’m completely taken by both of them.

Dayton growls beneath me, his hands tightening on my hips as his thrusts grow sharper. “Fuck, Sable. I can feel Kai. Goddamn.”

Kai’s hips begin to move, his rhythm syncing with Dayton’s as they build a pace. My body rocks between them, every nerve alight as they overwhelm me, consume me completely.

Dayton’s grip on my hips tightens as he adjusts his rhythm. His cock drives deeper, grazing that devastating spot inside me that sends bursts of pleasure ricocheting through my body. I gasp, my cries swallowed by Dayton’s mouth.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” Kai groans as his hips snap forward, the stretch burning deliciously as he fills me completely.

Silas, still watching from the side with that dark intensity in his eyes, finally moves. His towering frame looms over the bed as he steps in beside us, his cock hard and angry with a bead of precum leaking out of the slit. His hand brushes over my back as he leans closer, his lips ghosting over my ear.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Taking both of them.”

“Silas…”

His lips curve into a slow, predatory smile. “Relax, sweetheart. You’re doing so fucking good.”

In all the years of knowing Silas, it’s still weird to hear such an endearing tone coming out of him.

“You always had to one-up me,” he murmurs, his mouth brushing over the curve of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “Even back then. I should’ve known it would be you… always fucking you.” I tilt my head slightly, granting him access as he trails his lips down the sensitive line of my throat.

“No one else could do this to me,” he says, his tone rough, almost disbelieving, as if he’s speaking more to himself than to me. “A woman who could push me, challenge me, devour me. Insatiable. Unstoppable. It was always you. It had to be you. The only one capable of beating me, of making me lose control like this. And I was an idiot for not winning you over before this.”

I reach between Dayton and me, gathering up enough wetness to coat my hand before reaching back for Silas’ cock, fisting it firmly. His sharp intake of breath is a reward, his control faltering for just a moment.

My heart pounds as I let out a soft breath, my fingers curling tighter around him. Slowly, I stroke the length of his cock, savoring the way it feels—hot, heavy, and pulsing.

“Just like that,” he growls, throwing his head back, his hips shifting forward slightly into my hand. “Fuck, Sable. You feel so good.”

The click of a bottle fills the air again, and Kai exhales shakily as Levi works the lube over himself and Kai. “Breathe, Kai,” Levi says. Kai’s body tensed briefly before he relaxes, his forehead dropping against the back of my neck as Levi presses forward. His gasp echoes through the room as Levi slides into him slowly, the stretch pushing a soft moan from his lips.

“Fuck, Levi.”

“You can take it, you always do.”

The combined sensations of him inside me, Kai behind me, and the sheer heat of Levi and Silas moving together pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

“I love how fucking tight you are, baby.”

Kai gasps, his fingers gripping my waist as he leans forward. “Sable,” he pants, “I’m going to fucking come so deep in your ass while Levi comes in mine. Is that what you want, Mahal? Watch how I fall apart for both of you so goddamn easily?”

Dayton’s hands sliding up my sides as he growls, “Come for us, babygirl. Let us hear you.”

“Dayton!” A scream escapes my throat as my climax crashes over me, blinding and overwhelming.

“Fuck,” Dayton’s hips snap upward as he thrusts as deep as he can inside of me. “I’m close. I’m going to coat your fucking pussy walls so that you’ll be leaking my cum for days, babygirl.”

“Same,” Kai mutters. Levi pulls Kai’s hair as he pulls him into a kiss.

Dayton’s grip tightens on my hips, his groan of satisfaction reverberating through me as he shoots his hot cum inside of me —his cock throbbing with his release. Kai follows seconds later. He buries himself deep, a low moan escaping his lips. I feel the milky substance leaking out of both holes.

Silas is still gripping my wrist as I stroke him. “Fuck, Sable.”

His hips jerk into my hand once, twice, and then he’s coming, hot and thick, spilling over my fingers. His body trembles against mine, his breaths ragged, murmuring my name like a prayer.

“Kai…” Levi’s cum catches up with him too.

The room is silent for a moment. The only sound is the heavy rhythm of our breathing. My body sags against Dayton’s chest, my limbs trembling as I try to catch my breath.

“Goddamn. That was…”

Dayton’s hand trails up my back. “You’re incredible, babygirl. You took all of us so fucking well.”

“You okay, Mahal?” he asks, his thumb brushing away a stray tear I didn’t even realize had escaped.

I nod, a shaky smile tugging at my lips. “I’m okay,” I whisper. “Really.”

“She needs water,” Levi says. He’s already moving, grabbing a bottle from the nearby table and twisting off the cap before holding it out to me.

“Drink,” Levi says.

I take a small sip, the cool liquid soothing my parched throat. My gaze flicks to Silas, who’s moved near the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders tense as he watches me.

Levi returns to the bed, sitting beside me as his fingers trail over my arm. “We’re going to clean you up.”

Dayton shifts beneath me, turning me around so I can lie in his lap. His arms remain around me, his warmth anchoring me as he presses another kiss to my shoulder. “We’ve got you, babygirl.”

Kai disappears briefly and returns with a warm, damp cloth. Levi takes the cloth and begins to clean me up, “You’re a mess,” he mutters, dabbing at my collarbone where a smear of sweat and something else glistens under the low light.

I snort, tilting my head lazily to let him work. “Not my fault you’re all so… thorough.”

Kai flops onto the bed beside me, his hair mussed, his grin sharp. “I didn’t hear you complaining during any of the three orgasms.”

“Four, actually,” Dayton corrects, and I giggle.

“Move over, Kai. I’m not sleeping on the floor again.” Silas lies down on the edge of the bed beside Kai.

“Like your ass has ever slept on the floor,” I deadpan.

Dayton’s arm snakes around my waist as he pulls me against his chest. “You’re the one who loves when we all sleep together, Silas.”

“I would actually love a night’s rest where I’m not tangled with other limbs,” I tease, though I sink into his warmth.

Kai tugs at the blanket draped over me. “Guess that means I’m in the middle.”

“Not happening.” Silas nudges him with a knee, his tone unamused. “You kick in your sleep.”

“At least I don’t moan in my sleep,” Levi mutters, dropping the washcloth on the nightstand.

“I don’t moan,” Silas argues.

“Yes, you do,” Kai and I both say in unison.

Dayton tightens his hold on me. “I don’t do any weird shit, which makes me the only reasonable choice to be next to Sable.”

“This bed is big enough for all of us. Why does it always turn into a territorial war?” I sigh, my eyes already fluttering shut as the sound of their bickering fades into a comforting hum.

“We should just get bunk beds.”

“Sure, Dayton. Whatever you say,” Silas says, already half asleep, head shoved into the pillow.

Kai snickers. “Dibs on the top bunk.”

Dayton’s arm tightens around me, his breath warm against my neck. “Sleep tight, babygirl.”

And I do, surrounded by the heat of their bodies, the steady rhythm of their breaths, and the unshakable certainty that I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.

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