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With the same smooth efficiency, Daren stripped out of his clothes and moved them out of the way. He came to stand alongside Luca, and the sight of them together was enough to make the slightest inkling of my anger toward Gideon melt away. Luca was lanky where Daren was slightly more built. Almost the same height, but Luca was there with his glasses and his golden hair and Daren beside him with soft waves on his head and a delicate pink foreskin around his cock. Even with space between them, both of their fingers twitched outward, searching for something I wasn’t supposed to know existed.

My anger surged forward again with such violence it took my breath away. Why was it the two of them had been allowed a life, even if it had been temporary, even if it had been short-lived, where they were allowed to know each other with such a perfect level of intimacy? They breathed in sync, chests heaving in time. I imagined if I closed the space between us and pressed my hands against their sternums, their hearts would thump the same way.

I should have made them both suck my cock. Choke them on it to wipe all thatwantfrom their faces.

Regardless, I was hard from the sight of them, the smell of them, precum and arousal thick in the air, but I didn’t want either of them to taste the latex on my dick from the condom I’d worn with Bellamy. Rules were rules and condoms were never allowed as part of the initiation, but I’d never gone without and I had to be permitted at leastonesecret of my own.

The longer they stood together, the harder all three of our cocks became. Finally, I pulled mine out of my pants and gave a slow stroke from root to tip. Luca’s eyes went wide, nostrils flaring as both of them turned their attention to the erection jutting up from between my legs. My cock was thick like the rest of me, hard to get my hand around, and hot to the touch. I spit in my hand and gave another stroke, spreading my legs to get more comfortable.

Luca’s breathing stuttered, falling out of time with Daren’s for the first time since I’d realized they were aligned. They might be hiding the fact they were in love with each other, but there was no denying Luca would have climbed onto my lap and rode me to completion while Daren stood in front of the door and watched.

That was what I should have done, what was expected of me. That would have been the display of power, of control.

But I was tired, and Bellamy’s desperate fight to push me off was still too fresh in my mind, tangled with the cold shoulder from Gideon and the absolute lack of ownership I had of my own life, of the lives of the people I was meant to be responsible for. I couldn’t claim another man who didn’t want me.

Another man who wasn’t Gideon North.

“Daren,” I said.

I needed to bear witness to the outcome of this night.

I needed them to be aware I knew about them, to understand that the only secrets in this house were mine. Spitting again on the top of my dick, I used my fingers to smear saliva down thelength of my cock, not bothering to hold back from the way I leered at them both. If it had been another night, I would have gladly taken the two of them at the same time, but having four men on my mind was three too many.

“Yes?” Daren asked, his voice pulled taut as his foreskin now was.

I grunted, hole clenching when I tightened my fingers around my dick.

“Fuck him until he comes, but don’t let him come until he cries. I want to watch.”

Chapter 26

Luca

It was impossible to breathe, impossible to stand still.

I turned toward Daren, my nostrils flaring with every exhale, only to find his expression mirrored my own. Excitement, nerves, and an underlying current of concern that this was all too good to be true. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Fletcher stroking his cock, his stare solely on Daren and me, and whatever we were about to do next.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Daren said roughly.

Fletcher reached into his pocket and tossed Daren a small bottle of clear liquid as I went to the ground and steadied my weight. The floorboards creaked as I shifted around, and then Daren’s hand landed a sharp and heavy strike against my right ass cheek.

“Make it easy for me,” he warned.

Shivering, I arched my back until my chest was nearly flat against the wood planks of Fletcher’s bedroom floor. The stretch in my thighs didn’t even hurt anymore because this was Daren’s favorite way to fuck me. Maybe just a twinge in my hamstring for how long since I’d found myself prostrate for him.

His knees hit the floor behind me with two hard thumps, then a cold splash of wetness against my hole. Daren pressedhis left hand against the small of my back to hold me down and speared his fingers into me with one quick twist of his wrist. I didn’t have sheets to ball in my fist, my fingers instead scrabbling against the wood and the edge of the rug beneath me. He didn’t give me long before adding a second finger, and even less for a third. Sweat beaded on my temple, the dip of my back. My arms trembled and I rolled my forehead across the floor, relieved to have this back, even if only for a night.

“He looks like he’s about to come and he looks quite far from crying,” Fletcher said from his seat in front of the window.

Daren fisted my hair and yanked my head up, forcing me to turn my gaze from the floor to Fletcher. To his strong, broad legs and the long, thick cock in his hand.

“He cries wh—” Daren snapped his mouth closed and twisted his hold in my hair until I grunted over the sound of him.

“Hmn?”

“He’ll cry with a cock in his throat,” Daren corrected himself, his initial statement far from being wrong. I’d cry with a cock in my throat and I’d come that way too. “But unfortunately I can’t do both.”

Fletcher hummed thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side and narrowing his bright blue eyes on the both of us.