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Luka

“Where the hell did you find her?” Declan asked after cleaning himself up. Savannah was asleep in the bed, her dark hair splayed out across the pillows, her swollen lips parted in bliss. We’d wake her again soon, but I knew Declan and Ian needed time to recover as well.

Then the four of us would play. Something I’d never done with her before and likely wouldn’t do again unless it was with the two men standing in front of me now.

“You know where he found her,” Ian replied, smirking. “He bought her family business and won her over in the process.”

I grinned. “My most lucrative deal to date.” Typically, I bought companies, flipped them into higher profit margins, and sold them.

But I would never sell Savannah’s family business. It meant too much to me. She meant too much to me.

“You’re a lucky son of a bitch,” Ian added, raiding the bar at the side of the room for a drink. Declan stood near him with a bottle of water in his hand, his trousers buttoned up, but his torso was still bare.

He wasn’t done playing with my toy.

And neither was Ian.

“I am,” I agreed, referring to my friend’s comment about my luck. “You can’t have her.”

“Then I guess I’ll be visiting more often,” Ian replied.

Declan snorted. “He’s going to end up living in one of your guest rooms.”

“Fuck that. I’ll be living in their bed.”

I rolled my eyes, their banter typical and slightly refreshing. It’d been a while since we were all together, mostly because we were married to our careers first and foremost and lived in different countries. But this week had provided us with an opportunity to relax for once.

Declan finished his water and bent over to pull another out of the mini fridge. “Seriously, Luka. Well done. She’s fucking perfect.”

“I know.” I wasn’t one to downplay a proper investment, and Savannah absolutely qualified as an acquisition I was proud of. “Now you understand why I’m keeping her.”

“I do,” Declan admitted before swallowing another mouthful of water. “I’ll admit, I was skeptical.”

“Skeptical?” Ian repeated, grunting. “Yeah, I’d say you were adamantly against the whole thing, mate.”

“First, you’ve been living in London too long,” Declan shot back. “You’re American, not English. Second, yeah, I was pretty fucking against it. But her sweet ass changed my mind.”

Ian smirked at him. “Wait until you try her pussy.”

Declan grinned around the rim of his bottle, his dark eyes going to the bed. “I won’t be waiting much longer.”

I glanced at my stirring female on the mattress, my pulse kicking up a notch at the sight. “Yes,” I agreed. “Not much longer.”

I pushed away from the wall I’d been leaning against and went to her. She’d been wiped clean, her cunt still glistening from the washcloth I’d run between her thighs. I bent to nibble her clit, wanting to test her awareness, and smiled when she jolted back to life, her eyes flying open in response to my not-so-gentle bite.

She was swollen and sore, but she could take more. We’d just have to coax her into it. Her eyes met mine as I laved at her sweet little button, and her gasp of pleasure-pain went straight to my groin. Her hands reacted, her fingers lacing through my hair to tug me away, causing me to cluck my tongue in response.

“Declan?” I called.

He didn’t need me to tell him what I wanted; he was already there grabbing her wrists to pull them back over her head. “Bad, pet,” he chastised, securing her hands with one of his own.

She squirmed in response, her eyes taking on that sheen I adored. “Too much,” she breathed.

“You’ll endure it,” I told her, very aware of how much she could handle.

Ian sauntered over with a fresh bottle of cold water that he rolled across her nipple, causing her to hiss at the contact, her back bowing off the bed. He grinned and unscrewed the cap, then took a small pull from the top before bending over to release the liquid into her mouth. She swallowed instantly, her throat likely sore from all the screaming. “Want more?” he asked her while I gave her another stern lick below.

She bucked up against my mouth, confusion racing through her features as she nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she managed to say, her throat working as she tried to catch up to what was happening.

I could practically hear her thoughts.

Master Luka never plays , she’d be telling herself. He only ever watches .

Yes, while that was true, tonight we would be trying something a little different. And I’d ease her into it with my mouth against her sweet pussy.

Declan watched as Ian fed her more water from his mouth before taking the bottle for himself and repeating the gesture with his own version of a kiss. Then the two of them traded off, quenching her thirst one hot embrace at a time, never once allowing her to drink straight from the rim, but always from their mouths.

It forced her to accept them into her.

To acknowledge their temporary ownership.

To embrace their sensual claim.

There were very few men I’d allow to do this with my pet, and two of them were in this room.

She started to vibrate beneath my tongue, her clit throbbing with the warning of a pending climax. I hummed in approval, wanting her to leap off that edge into oblivion, just so I could drive her there again.

She’d already come twice.

This would be a third.

And I intended for her to have at least two more, to make her beg me to stop.

I slid two fingers into her slick heat, curling them upward in a way I knew would shoot her off into the stars.

Her reaction didn’t disappoint as she shattered for me, her moan of approval causing my dick to throb in my pants.

I wanted to fuck her.

No. I wanted to share her.

I met Declan’s gaze, telling him what I wanted without words. He considered me for a moment before conceding with a nod. It was a gift of sorts, and I knew why he’d agreed, understood that this would likely be our very last time ever doing this because we were too much as a team.

But Savannah could take us.

I’d make her.

He set the bottle on the nightstand, then rolled his neck while Ian drew his fingers across her jaw. “She blushes prettily.”

“She does,” I agreed, my voice vibrating her intimate flesh. She jerked beneath me, her eyes flashing to mine.

I knew she wanted to tell me it was too much again, but she swallowed the words, aware that I would only make this worse if she tried to fight it. Instead, she gritted her teeth as I licked her again, her entire body jolting from being so thoroughly used and satisfied.

Maybe I’d only make her come one more time.

We’d see how the next few minutes progressed.

“Master Declan wants to experience your pussy, baby,” I told her, each word rumbling against her sensitive nub. “You’re going to straddle him like you did Master Ian. Then I’m going to take your ass.”