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“No, Sir,” I whispered.

“Neither am I, pet.” Vince pulled out an inch and thrust in two. “Tighter, Jacob. I want him unconscious when you come.”

It was permission and a blessing all in one go. Between the two of them, I was a man consumed, Jacob’s body sucking down my cock like a starving man, Vince’s slicing me open like the butcher he was. No, I thought, with them surrounding me, I wasn’t afraid of anything at all.

“There’s blood everywhere,” Vince whispered into myear, and all I could do to reply was nod. “You made a mess of him, didn’t you?”

“I asked for it,” Jacob said, like it mattered.

“I’m certain of it.” Vince thrust hard into me, the force of his body slamming my cock deeper into Jacob’s with every pump of his hips. “My two messy boys, my perfect pets.”

Vince’s thrusts grew harder, his voice quieter, and I reached up, fingers scrabbling at the tight leather around my neck. It wasn’t that I wanted it gone, I just…I didn’t know what to do with my hands and I was scared. For the first time in my life, I was so fucking scared, but not of death.

Of Vince’s death.

Of the end of everything.

“Be a good boy and come inside of him now.” Vince sank his teeth into my shoulder at the same time Jacob made one more loop of leather around his fist. I made one last attempt to get my fingers beneath the belt and then my arms didn’t work. I gasped, sinking back against Vince’s warm body, and he fucked me forward into Jacob as a familiar heat pooled at the base of my spine.

“Perfect,” Vince whispered.

Jacob’s body went tense around me, as I sucked in another rattling breath, and then the stars on the backs of my eyelids exploded into a supernova and then everything went dark.

Chapter 53

Jacob

Orion’s body went slack seconds before my orgasm barreled over all three of us. I bucked so violently off the floor as cum splattered the underside of my chin and I lost my grip on the belt entirely. Vince didn’t stop, instead dropping Orion’s lifeless body down onto my chest and fucking into him for another minute until he threw his head back and came with a roar loud enough to rattle the windows. He fucked into the unconscious man for another minute, and then Orion was gasping to life, picking up right where he left off and fighting the belt off of his neck. He ripped it free before remembering himself, pressing one hand against my chest and reaching around to feel for Vince with the other.

“There,” Vince whispered, pressing a sloppy kiss against the side of Orion’s hair. “Is that better?”

If I hadn’t been watching him like a hawk, I’d havemissed it. The sudden flash of shame that streaked across Orion’s face. He lifted his hand from my chest and swept his fingers across his throat, tracing the angry red welt left from the belt, then his shoulders sagged and he dropped his chin toward his chest.

“Is that better?” Vince asked again, pulling out and standing up.

Orion winced, and answered with a weak nod.

“Both of you into the shower, wait for Caspian to come clean you up,” Vince said, and then he was gone, the door to my bedroom still open, the tawse discarded on the carpet beside Orion’s leg.

“He’s not that bad,” I said quietly, not wanting to spook Orion.

“I don’t trust him,” Orion finally spoke, pressing against the base of his shaft to pull out of me. He rocked back and stared down at what I imagined had to be a huge mess between my legs.

“What’s the damage?” I asked with a faint laugh.

“It looks worse than it is.” He scooped some cum with his fingers and smeared it across my hole. “I don’t want Caspian to touch you.”

I pushed myself into a seated position, wincing at how uncomfortable the carpet was against the split-open lines on my ass and the backs of my thighs. Orion had done a number on me with the tawse, hitting me harder than I’d ever been hit before, but I didn’t have a single complaint. The pain was exactly what I’d needed toground me in the present, to make sure I remembered the point of everything happening between us.

“Vince made himself clear,” I said gently.

Orion worked his jaw, avoiding my stare. I rolled forward onto my knees, taking his jaw into the cradle of my hand. He winced at the tenderness, but eventually relaxed into it, and something like hope bloomed in the middle of my chest.

“I love how possessive you are,” I whispered, using my hand to bring his face toward mine. “I love how fierce you are when it comes to protecting what’s yours.”

“Are you mine?” he asked, leaning into my hand. “Or are you his?”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”