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Savannah

My heart leapt into my throat.

The two of them? Together?

My lips parted in a silent denial, my insides clenching in a mixture of fear and anticipation. I wasn’t sure I could handle them. They were too dominant. Too in control. Too alpha .

Too big, my mind added.

I’d passed out from Master Ian and Master Declan taking me.

If Master Luka added his rhythm to the mix, I… I wasn’t sure I’d survive.

He grinned up at me from between my legs, the devil lurking in his midnight gaze. He knew I was afraid. He liked that I was scared.

His teeth dragged along my sex, sending flutters of protest over my body, my inner walls aching at the very thought of coming again.

But I knew better than to complain.

Nor would I use the one word that underlined safety between us.

Because I wanted to see where this went. I longed to know if I could truly take it. I also trusted him to stop if he recognized signs of my inability to continue. He always read my signals, responded to them appropriately, and protected me from true pain.

So I’d trust him now.

I’d see how far he’d take this.

He smiled against me as though sensing my acceptance, but it was Master Declan who whispered, “Good girl,” into my ear. I hadn’t even noticed him leaning over me, my focus on the male between my thighs.

I swallowed, glancing up at the other alpha male, noting the devious twinkle in his gaze as he knelt on the bed beside me and unbuttoned his pants. “I need you to get me hard again,” he said. “Give me your mouth. Now.” He slid the zipper down, exposing his semi-hard arousal, the angry head jutting toward me in a beckoning manner.

His palm went to my throat, then to the back of my neck as he pulled me toward him, forcing me to partially lift my shoulder blades off the bed to reach him beside me.

My lips parted as if he commanded them—which he did to an extent—and my tongue tasted the bottom of his shaft, noting the freshly cleaned scent coming from his skin. I swallowed him as deep as the position allowed, doing so easily since he wasn’t fully erect yet.

Master Luka shifted away from my thighs and slipped off the bed. The rustle of fabric followed, suggesting he was removing his clothes.

“I want to watch you take all of me,” Master Declan murmured, guiding me to lie fully on my back once more, and straddling my face. He gripped the headboard, then pumped into my mouth similarly to how he’d done with my ass.

My throat restricted around him, causing me to choke at the sudden intrusion.

He merely smiled. “I know you can do better than that, Savannah.”

Someone else settled between my thighs, but I couldn’t see him, my vision entirely blocked by the dominant male fucking my mouth. I cried out as someone penetrated me below, my inner walls spasming in protest.

I was too sore to be fucked that hard.

Definitely not Master Luka , I thought, aware that the size wasn’t right. But fuck, that hurts!

Master Ian slammed into me, hitting me deep as he pressed his thumb to my clit and gave it an unexpected pinch, causing stars to shoot off behind my eyes. It wasn’t an orgasm but an aftershock, my body not yet ready to be pleasured again.

Yet Master Ian didn’t care.

He was playing with me like a doll, taking me with abandon.

And I wasn’t sure I would survive it.

“ Fuck ,” Master Declan groaned, his forehead falling onto the headboard. “Make her scream like that again.”

“My pleasure,” Master Ian replied, his hands on my hips and tilting me upward to receive him at an even sharper angle.

I gagged around the dick in my mouth, my eyes rolling into the back of my head at the pleasure-pain erupting inside me from Master Ian’s brutal thrusts.

Then a tender touch drifted down my sternum, causing my nipples to bead in expectation. Master Luka. He tweaked one of my tightening buds as if to confirm my thought.

He was so close, watching his friends use me as if they owned me, and I knew he was hard from it, could feel his need for me mounting by the second.

This was the part he enjoyed.

Watching .

Master Declan pulled out of my mouth, his eyes glowing with approval as he looked down at me. “You’re lucky he owns you, pet. Or I’d be making you mine right about now.” He looked over his shoulder. “I mean, fuck , Luka.”

“I think that’s exactly what he wants to do,” Master Ian replied, withdrawing from me.

My skin tingled, my heart galloping in my chest.

The three men prowled around me, their masculine energy a blanket of heat and lust that intoxicated my every breath. But it was Master Luka who held my attention. He’d reclaimed his throne, his dark eyes dictating the show without any words needed.

These males clearly knew each other well.

They moved as a unit, their intentions clear.

Master Declan removed his pants and whatever else he had on—was he even wearing shoes? I couldn’t remember—and climbed onto the bed. “Come here, little pet,” he told me as he sat against the headboard. “Straddle me and put my cock inside that sweet pussy of yours.”

I shuddered, not sure if I was ready for this again already, but not having much choice.

Master Luka was watching me, his expression a mask of indifference.

He wanted me to please him, to earn his touch.

Could I do it? Could I handle them both? What new heights would they take me to? Would I enjoy it? Would they break me?

My pulse sped up with each question, my mind fracturing beneath an onslaught of curiosity.

I wanted to know how this would feel.

I wanted to experience this.

I’m seriously broken , I realized, moving toward Master Declan. Because a part of me needs this.

Strong hands wrapped around my hips, helping me onto his lap, my thighs parting over his. I mentally flinched as his arousal touched my folds, my mind revolting against the idea of another round. Yet my body… mmm, yes, my body felt warm and tingly and oh-so hot .

His deep brown irises flared with interest, his lips pulling back to reveal straight white teeth. “Do I need to repeat myself, Savannah?” he asked, a hint of warning in his tone.

“No, Sir,” I said, reaching between us for his thickness and guiding him to the place he desired. His entry sent a tremble through me as I forced myself to accommodate his impressive length all the way to the hilt.

Oh, this is going to make me ache , I realized with a shiver. But it’ll also feel unlike anything I’ve ever experienced .

Such a convoluted twist of logic, yet I clung to it with all my might.

“Good girl,” Master Luka murmured, his knuckles drifting down my spine as the bed dipped behind me.

Master Declan’s seated position allowed him to penetrate me at a different angle than the one Master Ian had used both times he entered me. It stirred prickles of heat below, the place deep inside me throbbing from the pulsating caress.

That heat would only intensify from this moment onward and would soon reach a boiling point that would force me to erupt. Again.

God… I wasn’t sure I could handle another orgasm. But I knew Master Luka. He’d coax one out of me even if it came with an onslaught of tears.

Those were always the most powerful moments of pleasure, and also the worst.

They hurt in the best way.

And left me sated for days afterward.

Only to crave so much more later.

I’d given up on analyzing my yearnings long ago, allowing Master Luka to guide me with his expert touch and tongue.

Just as I did now as I felt him press against my back. He’d lost his shirt, but not his pants, the bite of his zipper digging into my ass as he positioned himself to enter me.

No preparation this time.

Of course, I was still somewhat loose from Master Declan.

Master Luka dropped a kiss against my shoulder blade, then thrust inside me much the same way his friend had before.

My breath hitched, my heart threatening to stop beating, the feeling of taking them both stealing the air from my lungs.

I couldn’t think.

Everything cascaded into shades of black and white.

Someone spoke my name. A mouth brushed mine. Hands warmed my skin. Cologne poured over my senses. Masculine groans followed. And heat blossomed inside me once more.

I’m going to die , I thought, delirious from the pain. I’m going to fucking die.

And the scary part was that I probably wouldn’t mind.

They were pumping into me, controlling every inch of my soul, claiming my body as their own, and taking what they desired from me in kind.

I was lost to their touch.

Their growls.

Their possession.

Master Declan kissed me as if I were his life source, only for Master Luka to yank my head back by my hair and take my mouth with a similar force.

I kissed him back.

I moaned.

I cried.

I writhed between them.

My nipples beaded beneath their hands.

My walls clenched.

My stomach burned.

My lungs protested.

My heart threatened to stop beating.

I was completely undone, lost to the sensations, their doll to command and take at will. “Put Ian in your mouth,” Master Luka commanded, guiding me to the waiting male kneeling on the bed.

My lips parted, my tongue already working as my body fell into a cadence I barely recognized. It was as if a foreign part of me had surfaced, taking over and turning me into a queen meant to master them all. Yet it was me they were truly mastering, their cocks filling every one of my holes, fucking me with a ferocity that scorched my skin.

It was all too much, the power shoving me into a black spiral of ecstasy I couldn’t escape. Master Ian’s cock kept me from screaming, his head lodged too far down my throat for anyone to hear my eruption. But they felt it. Because I squeezed the life out of their cocks, demanding they follow.

Yet they refused, still pumping into me, driving forward, searching for their own pleasure.

“There’s a vibrator in the nightstand,” I heard Master Luka say. “Grab it.”

My eyes widened, true fear spiking through my blood.

No. No. I couldn’t handle more. I needed this to end. I needed them to come. I needed to be able to breathe again!

But I couldn’t speak or move, impaled by their masculinity and caged in between walls of muscle.

My hand nearly fisted, my brain contemplating the decision a second before I would have raised it into the air to beg them to stop. But I couldn’t do it. That sinister part of me needed to know .

A buzzing started.

Then liquid fire breathed through my veins as the vibration touched my clit.

My eyes rolled back into my head, my body quaking violently from the insanity touching my too-sensitive flesh.

Oh, fuck! I screamed in my mind, my hands grabbing Master Declan’s shoulders as my nails bit into his flesh.

He was the one holding the vibrator.

He deserved the pain.

And he responded by increasing the pulsation.

I nearly blacked out, but Master Ian’s grasp in my hair tightened, forcing me to focus, to remember the cock I had inside my mouth.

He drove into me, taking his pleasure over my tongue.

Master Declan pumped up into me in time with the shock waves obliterating my sex.

And Master Luka fucked my ass as if his life depended on this very moment for survival.

Maybe it did.

I felt used.

Abused.

Full .

They were taking me as hard as they could, savagely destroying me for any other man, and dragging the rapture from my veins.

Master Ian erupted first, his cum a liquid balm to the back of my throat, grounding me just long enough for me to find purpose.

Then the hum against my slick flesh escalated, and my entire world shattered in a cataclysm of color and sound.

Growls echoed around me.

My name resembled a prayer.

The world trembled .

And euphoria unlike anything I’d ever experienced stole the life from my lungs.

I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t even cry. I was frozen on the precipice of intensity, dangling by a thread of reality, and falling headfirst into a pool of dark, hazardous oblivion.

Every part of me shook with our joint releases.

Cum dribbled from my lips, Master Ian’s explosion too much for me to swallow before my own hit.

Semen bathed my insides.

The men were replete, leaving my body fragmented between them.

I blinked once. Twice. My head lolling back against Master Luka’s shoulder. His arms came around me, his breath hot against my ear. “I have you,” he vowed.

I believed him.

Which was why I allowed myself to succumb to the inky abyss awaiting me, my mind shutting down from the chaos of the last few hours.

They’d destroyed me.

In the best way.

Ever.