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“Please what, sweetheart?” Cole asked me, his mouth working over my chest before latching on to my other nipple.

Tristan pushed his shoulders forward, spreading my thighs further, then lifted my legs over his shoulders, the better to devour me with.

“Such a slut for us,” Cole murmured against my skin. “You might pretend you hate this, but your sopping pussy tells me otherwise.”

“I need—I need—please,” I begged.

They didn’t speed up the pace of their ministrations, playing with me rather than driving me forward.

“Let me come,” I breathed. “Please.”

“What do you want us to do, love?” Tristan asked against my inner thigh.

I bucked my hips against his face. “Let me come.”

“How, sparrow?”

“Fuck me with your fingers, Tristan, please!” He did as I asked. “Suck on my clit,” I commanded. He did.

The pressure grew, and I moaned, writhing, trying to press my center against his face. Oh, god, this felt good, the two men playing with me, unable to do anything but allow them, freed from the obligation to protest.

Tristan drew away, leaving a wet, filthy mess between my thighs.

“Come back,” I whined before I could stop myself.

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TRISTAN

“Dirty girl,”I murmured to Eva. Cole and I had a plan, one that included making her admit how much she craved our depravity. I leaned over her, not missing how she writhed against my body, pressing her wet pussy against my sweatpants.

“Do you see that, sweet sparrow? That wet spot you’re leaving on Tristan’s pants because you’re such a filthy, needy slut for us?”

I adjusted my position, grinding my sweatpants-covered cock into her wet pussy, and she moaned, jerking her hips up, seeking the friction I’d denied her.

Carefully, I released her wrists from the headboard. There were red marks from where she’d tugged against her bonds, and I frowned. We’d have to learn how to tie her up right if we were going to keep Eva around. Gently, I rubbed her wrists to make sure her circulation was okay.

She gazed up at me with wonder in those big fucking green eyes, and I felt like a goddamned king. Nothing,nothing, was better than Eva looking like I was the sun to her fucking moon.

But Cole wanted her to beg for our cocks, and I needed her to voice aloud that she didn’t hate this as much as she pretended.

“Who do you belong to, Eva?” Cole asked her softly as he stripped. Eva tore her eyes from mine to watch him reveal his golden torso, covered in tattoos and sharp muscles.

“Me,” she whispered, her whole body tensing, as if she knew that was the wrong fucking answer.

“Wrong,” he said, nudging me aside so he could kneel between her thighs. God, they were so fucking luscious, thick and perfect and solid, and I swear, I wiped a little drool from my mouth as I watched Cole lift them over his shoulders so he could taste her.

“Such a filthy mess,” he murmured against her skin. “All this is for us, and you don’t think you’re ours?”

Eva whined, thrashing on the bed as he slipped a finger inside her and then a second. “Cole, please,” she begged.

“Please what?”

She bit her lip and closed her eyes, refusing to answer.

“No, kitten. Look at Cole when he’s talking to you.”

Eva opened her eyes to stare at Cole between her legs. The intensity between the two of them made me long for the same.