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“Your turn.” He prowls towards me, stopping close so I have to crane my neck back to see him.

I’m obviously not quick enough because I feel a tug, then my top floats to the ground in shreds.

Swivelling my head, I spot a grinning Thorn at my side.

I glare at him as he kneels down to do the same to my pants.

“Don’t you dare,” I warn.

“Then strip, now, or Thorn here will make sure you are left with nothing to wear,” Maxen threatens.

Gritting my teeth, I shimmy out of my trousers, letting them fall to the floor.

“Fuck, Mi Alma, if I had known you were wearing nothing underneath, I would have fucked you against the wall out there,” Maxen groans, his eyes drinking me in as Thorn circles to my back, so I am sandwiched between them.

“I want to be inside you so bad,” he moans, his fingers reaching out like he can’t help it, tweaking my nipples into hard peaks.

I bite my lip and lean back on Thorn, using him to support me as Maxen runs his eyes down my body, his fingers trailing across my skin, burning it, branding it, and claiming it as his own.

Thorn kisses my shoulder, over my brand.

“I think we need to get one of these,” he murmurs, leaving open mouthed kisses along my shoulder and up my neck.

“A slave brand?” I ask, my voice breathless.

“A brand to say we are yours,” he whispers against my ear before biting it.

Maxen drops to his knees, his head level with my belly as he watches his friend lick a path down my neck before biting the sensitive area between it and my shoulder.

I reach out and anchor myself in Maxen’s long silky hair, which is pulled back in a bun.

I run my hands through it, and undo the bobble before throwing it away, so it cascades around his face in a deep brown waterfall.

He peers through the locks at me, his eyes filled with need.

I watch him as he kisses down my belly before parting my willing legs.

He doesn’t waste any time, but parts my lips and licks up my pussy, making me groan as he devours it. Thorn keeps up his kisses, both of them slowly driving me mad, until I almost scream when Maxen thrusts two fingers in me.

He sucks on my clit as he rubs inside of me, making me stiffen and my legs shake, as an orgasm rushes through me. It surprises me so much that I fall to the floor, but Maxen catches me. Before I can say anything, he spins me around.

He pulls my back to his chest as we kneel on the cold floor.

Pushing my legs wider he guides himself back to my pussy.

Lining his wide cock up with my wet, needy pussy.

He slowly pushes in, inch by slow inch, stretching me.

When he’s fully seated, he stops. The angle is incredible.

Maxen doesn’t move as I gasp in his arms, his muscles banding around me to keep me still.

I look up at Thorn as he hovers over me.

He cups my chin, his hard cock nearly touching my face.

“Suck me, babygirl, while Maxen fucks that sweet pussy of yours.”

Thorn’s dirty mouth has me groaning as I bend forward, landing on my hands so I’m on all fours with Maxen still inside me. I feel him move to mirror Thorn, until I am trapped between them both. The position should make me feel powerless, but between them, I know I have never been so in control.

They both worship me, their hands clutching me desperately as they try to contain their lust. Plus, the idea of letting go for once has me dropping my head before looking back up and facing Thorn’s hard cock and licking my lips hungrily.

I swallow him down just as Maxen starts to move. I can’t do anything but hold on as they both fuck me. It’s not long until I am thrown into my second orgasm, screaming around Thorn’s length. He grips my hair and thrusts deeper, making me swallow him as he fucks my mouth hard and fast.

“Fuck, babygirl,” he groans, trying to pull out but I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper until he hits the back of my throat. He explodes with a yell and I have no choice but to swallow him down. He pulls out of my mouth and stumbles before sitting heavily on the floor, panting as he watches me.

That’s when Maxen shows me he was only playing with me before.

He grips my hips in a bruising embrace and fucks me hard and fast, smashing into me as I drop my head and moan.

He reaches around and thumbs my clit. I am just riding through my second orgasm when he throws me screaming into my third, coming so hard I see stars.

He follows me, stilling behind me as he groans.

We both collapse in a heap on the floor, all three of us sprawled there, trying to relearn how to breathe.

“Well shit,” I say around a laugh, making Maxen chuckle, then groan when it moves me.

“I didn’t hurt you, Mi Alma, did I?” he asks softly, tracing the fingerprints on my hip.

“No. Don’t you dare try to take it softer next time, that was amazing,” I warn, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Amazing, huh?” Thorn asks. I slap his thigh and then just lay between them.

“I guess we better go check on Drax. We need to leave as soon as he is awake,” I say, still not moving from between them .

They grumble, but get to their feet, both of them offering me a hand. I grin and accept both.

We head out hand in hand to check on Drax, with me managing to find a shirt along the way.

I find Jax awake and watching his brother, sadness emanating from him.

Letting go of Thorn and Maxen, I hug him from behind, wrapping my arms around him and resting my head on his shoulder.

He sighs, and the tension leaves his body as he clutches at my arms.

“He hasn’t woke up yet?” I ask, concerned.

“No,” Jax mutters, his voice filled with a wealth of emotions.

“He will.” I squeeze Jax and head to my other twin. Sitting on his bed, I take his hand.

“Wake up,” I plead. Leaning forward, I caress his lips with mine. “Please, baby, wake up.” I let out my fear that I won’t ever see those eyes again, the whisper quiet so my men don’t hear. “I need you.”

Sitting up straight, I watch for any sign of movement. When nothing happens, I sigh and let go of his hand, planning to go sit with Jax so we can hold each other. Drax’s hand twitches and I look from it to his face.

His eyes flicker open partly, the lids heavy and swollen. His mouth parts as his croaky voice comes out, making the room go silent.

“You smell like dessert, babe.”