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10: Tori

My response to Gabe's question was a quick “I have what I want,” because it's true. I have Blaze, Ryder, and Thorne. I have a family now, not with Diablo, but with them. And yeah, knowing who my dad is was something I always wanted, and I guess I have that too now. The rest of the ride is silent without my nagging questions, but my brain stays in overdrive.

The moment we pull up to the estate—I can't call it home yet—I jump out before the car is even fully parked. I don't bother looking back, my shoes marching against the gravel as I head straight for the door. I don't bother stopping even when Gabe shouts “Victoria!”

I step through the front door, barely taking two steps inside before Thorne is already there, his presence like a gravitational pull I can’t resist. His hands find my waist as he presses a slow kiss to my temple.

"Missed you," he murmurs, voice low, his lips grazing my skin for an extra second.

Warmth spreads through me, making my shoulders relax for the first time all day. "Missed you too."

Before I can say anything else, Blaze appears behind Thorne, his dark eyes sweeping over me like he’s memorizing every detail. "Took you long enough, Doll."

I roll my eyes, but the teasing lilt in his voice makes my chest feel lighter. "Trust me, if I could have left sooner, I would have."

Blaze huffs a quiet laugh before stepping forward, brushing his fingers through my hair like he’s checking to make sure I’m still in one piece. Just as I’m about to lean into his touch, the door opens behind me.

Gabe .

He walks in carrying a couple of bags from the car, his jaw tight as he takes in the scene—Thorne close at my side, Blaze practically hovering. His gaze flicks to me, something guarded flaring behind his eyes before he schools his face into neutrality.

Blaze notices first. "We got it from here."

Gabe doesn’t move right away, doesn’t speak. Instead, his eyes linger on mine for a second too long, a quiet hesitation in the air. Like he wants to say something but knows better than to do it in front of them.

Ryder comes in next, clapping a hand against Gabe’s shoulder in a way that’s both casual and pointed. "Yeah, buddy. You’re done for the day. Now scram."

Gabe clenches his teeth, but nods once. Without another word, he turns and heads down the hall toward his room. I exhale, flooded with relief.

Ryder drags my attention back. "That was fun."

I narrow my eyes. "You’re an ass."

He slings an arm around my shoulders with that playful smirk of his. "Eh, only for you. C’mon, KitKat. We’ve got plans."

"Plans?" I arch a brow, letting him lead me further inside as Thorne and Blaze exchange some look I can’t quite decode.

Thorne gives me a small yet comforting smile. "You’ve had a long day. We’re running you a bath."

Blaze nods, his fingers brushing the inside of my wrist, like he’s already thinking about stripping me down. "And we’re helping you relax."

Oh.

Ryder’s grip tightens playfully. "You up for it, KitKat? "

I swallow, pulse kicking up as I glance between the three of them, heat curling low in my stomach. "Do I even have a choice?"

Thorne leans in, lips ghosting over my ear. "Not really."

My breath catches, and just like that, my exhaustion is a thing of the past.

I lean against the bathroom counter, watching as the steam curls from the oversized tub, the scent of lavender and vanilla filling the air. Thorne rolls up his sleeves, testing the water with his fingers, while Blaze adjusts the towel on the rack like it’s a puzzle only he can solve. Ryder lounges against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes on me.

They’re all fussing over this bath like it’s a sacred ritual, and honestly, it’s kind of cute.

“So,” I start, tilting my head, “how was your day?”

Thorne’s eyes flick to mine, too fast, too guilty. Blaze tenses. Ryder, however, snickers under his breath, looking downright irritated.

“Oh, you know,” he drawls, rolling his eyes. “Just business stuff. Very professional. No distractions whatsoever.”

Blaze shoots him a glare. “Shut up, Ryder.”

I narrow my eyes, crossing my arms. “Oh? No distractions at all? That’s funny, because you all look suspiciously like men who’ve been dodging something all day.”

Thorne clears his throat, reaching for the bath salts like they’re a lifeline. “It was fine.”

Ryder lets out a dramatic sigh. “‘Fine,’ he says. Like we weren’t being hunted down by Diablo’s handpicked temptresses.” He presses a hand to his heart. “Tori, it was brutal. I barely made it out alive.”

Blaze pinches the bridge of his nose. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Really?” I arch a brow. “Because Ryder’s making it sound like you were thrown into a pit of seductresses.”

“Oh, you mean like the pit we keep you in?” Ryder winks .

I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the happiness that tugs at my lips. “Well, if it was so traumatizing, maybe I should’ve been there to protect you.”

Thorne scoffs. “Trust me, they would’ve run the second you walked in.”

I hum in agreement, stepping forward and running my fingers up his arm. “Good to know. But now I feel like I should be extra nice to you all after such a harrowing ordeal.”

Ryder tries not to laugh as he speaks. “Oh, I like where this is going.”

Blaze catches my wrist before I can get too close, his eyes darkening a bit. “Get in the bath first.”

I pout. “Bossy.”

“And yet, you love it.”

I don’t argue. Mostly because he’s right.

With a slow stretch, I peel off my clothes, letting them drop to the tiled floor. The guys don’t move, don’t even breathe as I step into the bath, the hot water enveloping me in warmth. I sink in, sighing, stretching my legs along the porcelain.

The moment I’m settled, Thorne kneels beside me, rolling up his sleeves further, and scoops up a handful of warm water, letting it cascade down my shoulders. Blaze follows, grabbing a loofah and lathering it with soap. Ryder, on the other hand, just props his chin on his hand, watching with open appreciation.

“So, how exactly are you planning to ‘be extra nice’ to us, KitKat?” he muses.

I grin a little too wickedly, running a damp hand up Thorne’s arm, feeling the muscles tense beneath my touch. “Well, I suppose that depends on how good you all are at taking care of me.”

Thorne’s gaze flickers with something molten. Blaze’s lips twitch like he’s trying not to get too excited. And Ryder leans in, voice low and teasing .

“Oh, we plan on taking very, very good care of you.”

"I guess we’ll see about that," I retort with a wink of my own.

Ryder only laughs, accepting the challenge as he shifts positions, rolling the legs of his pants up. He lays himself back on the thick edge of the tub, dipping one foot in the water while his fingers skim along my arm in lazy patterns.

I lean back, sinking deeper into the warm water as Blaze moves to kneel beside Thorne, hands tracing circles on my thigh beneath the water. I should be relaxed, floating in this little sanctuary they built for me, but my mind keeps drifting.

They notice. Of course they notice.

“You’re thinking too much,” Thorne murmurs, his voice that perfect low rasp that always has my stomach tightening.

“Yeah, KitKat,” Ryder chimes in, his hand dipping lower, fingers pressing into my hip. “Kind of a mood killer when we’re trying to spoil you and you’re over there looking like you're trying to solve calculus.”

I huff a laugh, shaking my head. “I don’t think you understand how much I appreciate this.”

“We do,” Blaze says, lifting my hand out of the water to press his lips against my knuckles. “But you’re still in your head.”

I bite my lip, staring down at the rippling water. “Just...a lot happened today.”

Blaze’s fingers tighten faintly. “Anything we need to deal with?”

I shake my head. Not yet, anyway. “No. It's fine. I can deal with my own problems."

Ryder stops tracing for a moment, squeezing my arm in concern. “So you have them, then. Problems?”

Thorne’s arms tense for a moment, like he’s restraining himself from demanding every detail right now. “Did anyone give you a hard time? ”

“No,” I admit, tracing a droplet of water on Blaze’s forearm, distracting myself. “I actually...met someone I liked.”

Blaze’s head tilts, his dark eyes narrowing. “Liked?”

I sigh, sensing the possessive waves rolling off of them already. “Not like that. Relax, cavemen.”

Ryder smirks. “I don’t know, Tori. You do have a habit of collecting people.”

“Yeah?” I shoot back. “Want me to add another?”

Blaze makes a low noise in his throat, something between a warning and amusement. Thorne just sighs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder, his lips lingering there. “Tell us about them.”

I hesitate for half a second before shrugging. “Cassandra. She’s one of the lieutenants. She seems...different from the others. Smart, funny. Doesn’t treat me like I’m some fragile thing.”

Blaze hums, noncommittal. Ryder leans closer, nudging my cheek with his nose. “So you have a girl crush now?”

“Shut up,” I mutter, shoving at him. He catches my wrist, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of my hand.

“You know you can tell us if you’re feeling...off about all of this, right?” Ryder inclines, his blue eyes piercing me with his gaze.

I exhale slowly, letting my eyelids close for a second. “I know. And I’m fine, really.”

Except maybe not. I don't know.

I do know that I don't like these girls around them, or Gabe at my side 24/7.

Blaze’s grip on my thigh tightens slightly, a grounding touch. “You know we're here if you need anything.”

The sincerity in his voice tugs something deep in my chest. I turn my head, catching his gaze. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he confirms. “Now, can we stop talking about people who aren’t in this bath and focus on the fact that we’re currently worshiping the hell out of you? ”

I laugh, rolling my eyes. “I had a different kind of worship in mind.”

"Oh, yeah? Don't worry, KitKat, we're getting to that,” Ryder teases, pressing another kiss to my hand.

Thorne reaches across, gripping my waist tightly as he shifts closer, his breath warm against my ear. “You trust us, don’t you?”

My heart skips a beat at the question. “Of course I do.”

Ryder hums, his fingers trailing down my arm in featherlight strokes. “Then trust us to take care of you the way you deserve.”

Blaze’s hands grip my thighs beneath the water, his thumbs brushing soft, teasing circles against my skin. “Starting now.”

I barely get a breath in before Thorne tilts my head back, his lips capturing mine in a slow, possessive kiss, and just like that—I’m gone.

The world outside this bathroom ceases to exist. The only thing that matters is the heat of their touches, the way their hands anchor me, the way they strip away every lingering thought until I am entirely theirs. And fuck, do I love it.

After all, what's the point of having three men if you can't have all of them at once?

It starts slow, their touches lingering, fingers teasing, their mouths tracing lazy patterns on my skin. But then the water grows cold, and Blaze is pulling me out of the tub, soaked and without a care, his mouth devouring mine like a starving man.

He gently lays me on the bed, the mattress shifting around me as they each take their places. My heart’s pounding, my core heating like molten lava, needing to be cooled before it consumes me whole.

Ryder's lips ghost across my shoulder, his hand sliding up my leg. "Fuck, KitKat. You're so goddamn perfect."

"The only woman who could ever handle us," Blaze mutters, his hands skimming up my sides as his mouth trails down my neck .

I lean into his touch, my breath hitching when Thorne's lips follow his path. "The only woman we'll ever need."

"Mine," I mutter, and their lips pause for a moment.

"Always," Thorne promises, and the heat inside me burns brighter.

It's too much.

Their hands, their lips, their bodies pressed against me, it's all so much, but it's still not enough. I need more. I want more.

My fingers reach for Ryder, gripping the fabric of his shirt and pulling him up to my lips. I can feel him smirk against me, and then he's kissing me like the world is burning and I'm the only one who can stop the flames.

His fingers dip down, circling my nipple and making me moan into his mouth. "What do you want, KitKat?"

I can't even think right now, let alone speak. Instead, I push his hand lower, and he chuckles against my lips.

"Use your words."

I groan, turning to glare at him, but I can't muster up any real irritation when I catch sight of his hooded eyes and swollen lips.

Too fucking sexy.

"Please," I gasp.

Thorne leans forward, his teeth nipping at my ear. "Please, what, Vic?"

"Make me come," I demand, my fingers curling around Ryder's wrist and shoving his hand down.

"You sure you want it that bad, Doll?" Blaze growls, and I feel the heat of his gaze on me.

"Yes," I hiss.

"You'll take whatever we give you," Thorne whispers, and I nod without a second thought.

Give it all to me .

I can't find the words, not when I'm so fucking turned on and they're not touching me where I want it most.

"Ryder," I moan, and the bastard fucking laughs.

"Ask nicely."

"Please," I whimper.

He grins. "Mmm. I love it when you say please."

Then his fingers finally brush against my clit, and I release a loud, guttural moan, my hips arching off the bed. Blaze's lips find mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth, muffling the sounds escaping me.

"Fuck, Tori," Ryder groans, his fingers working in quick, tight circles against my clit, sending me reeling.

My hips rock against his hand, desperate for release. He presses deeper, sweeping against that tender spot inside me just right. The pressure coils tight, and I'm so close already.

This might be a fucking record.

I try to hold out, but then Blaze's lips move down, and the second his tongue swipes at my nipple, the pleasure bursts through me, making me cry out.

"That's it," Thorne rasps, his fingers twisting in my hair. "Come for us."

My eyes squeeze shut, and I ride the waves of pleasure, body arching into their touch, needing more. Needing them.

When I finally come down, the air is hot, my lungs heaving for breath, and they're all watching me with hunger in their eyes.

None of us are done. Fingers just aren't enough anymore. They leave me hungrier, needing it all.

Needing them.

"I need..."

"What, KitKat?" Ryder coos, his fingers tracing patterns along my inner thigh.

"More. "

"Oh, KitKat. We're going to give you everything."

"And we're going to make you scream our names," Blaze says, his eyes flashing.

"You want that, Vic?" Thorne asks, his hand skimming over my breast, squeezing lightly. "You want us to make you feel good?"

I nod, the words stuck in my throat, too busy panting to respond.

"We can't hear you," Ryder taunts.

I lick my lips, forcing out the words. "Yes. Please. I want it. I need it."

Ryder groans, leaning down to press a kiss to my lips, and then he's reaching for the bedside drawer, pulling out condoms and passing them out like we're at a frat party.

I reach for Blaze, and the moment our lips connect, he's tugging me up, shifting positions. Then his hands are on my hips, guiding me down his covered cock, stretching me wide.

I let out a moan, rocking my hips slowly as I adjust.

"Fuck, Blaze," I whisper, leaning forward to rest my head on his shoulder.

He hums, his fingers digging into my hips, keeping me still. "So fucking good."

"You take us so well, Victoria," Thorne mutters from behind me, his hand slipping down between Blaze and I to rub my clit, drawing a groan from me.

Don't think I didn't notice you using my full name there, Thorne.

I heard it. I feel the way it ran down my body and held tight, coiled in my center and melting me to my core.

"So damn responsive," Ryder mutters, his hands tracing patterns over my right breast.

I start rocking against Blaze, chasing the high. He's holding back, not letting me take control, and I can feel his restraint in the way his muscles tighten beneath me. The way he thrusts his dick so deep inside me, I almost cry out.

I'm so fucking sensitive, it feels like the smallest thing could push me over the edge again, and that's exactly what they're doing.

They're building me up, making me chase the pleasure.

I lean into Blaze, moaning against his skin, and the others move. Ryder's hand slides down my spine, Thorne's fingers slip from between us, to my back side.

His finger traces a path down my ass, and my breath catches, realizing where he's going. Ryder does too, reaching for oil they're apparently keeping in the drawer as well.

Do we have a sex drawer that I wasn't aware of?

I should be surprised, but I'm not.

"You want it, KitKat?" Ryder asks, and I can hear the smug confidence in his voice.

I nod against Blaze, and then Thorne's lips are at my ear.

"Use your words," he reminds me, his voice low, and a shudder runs through me.

"Yes," I moan.

I feel the pressure as Thorne inserts a single finger. The stretch is a lot, and the guys can tell. They take their time, letting me adjust before adding another finger, preparing me for what's to come.

It’s uncomfortable, but the pain is quickly drowned by the pleasure building in my core. Thorne's not even inside me yet and I already feel like I'm going to burst.

Then, finally, Thorne withdraws his fingers, and the three of them adjust themselves. Blaze stands, still buried deep inside me as Thorne lays flat on his back. With ease, Blaze sits over his lap, adjusting me so that my ass is pressed against the tip of Thorne’s dick. Blaze keeps his pace slow, grinding his hips, his grip on my hips almost bruising.

"You ready?" Thorne asks, and I nod.

"Please," I whisper, and Thorne's lips quirk up.

"Good girl. "

Then he's sliding inside me, stretching me impossibly wide, and my body shudders at the overwhelming sensation.

"Fuck," I gasp, fingers digging into Blaze's arms, holding myself upright.

Thorne pauses, letting me adjust. It takes a second, but eventually, the pain subsides, and I start rocking against Blaze, feeling Thorne inside me, and a wave of pleasure washes over me.

"I'm feeling left out here, guys," Ryder complains.

"You hear that, Doll?" Blaze asks, sliding in and out of me with each word. "He's pouting."

"Maybe you should ask nicely?" I tease, using his words against him.

He growls, his fingers fisting in my hair and pulling back, forcing me to look up at him as he kneels beside me. "You wanna play, KitKat?"

Before I can answer, he's leaning down, his lips capturing mine in a bruising kiss. His hand grips my chin, holding me still.

I whimper, melting into the kiss. When he finally pulls away, we're both panting, our breaths mingling.

"You're lucky I love you," he says, and the words hit me like a freight train.

My chest swells, the warmth spreading through me. Before I can say anything, Ryder is standing on the mattress, his piercings staring me right in the face. Every beautiful rung sparkling under the light.

A bedazzled dick, just for me.

I almost laugh at my thought, but it's quickly pushed aside when Blaze and Thorne match strides. Instead I moan, too close to ecstasy to form any more coherent thoughts.

"Open wide, KitKat. I'm going to fuck that dirty little mouth of yours," he orders, stroking his bare dick in my face.

"You're such a fucking dick," I pant.

"Only because you want it so badly," he retorts.

I can't help it, I laugh, but it's short lived as Blaze thrusts his dick deeper.

"Fuck," I hiss.

Ryder's hand reaches down, his fingers curling around my chin. He forces me to look up at him as he grinds into me. "Tap my thigh if it gets to be too much, okay? Can't have you suffocating on my cock."

I nod, and he smirks, the same one I've grown so fond of. "Good. Now be a good girl and suck. And don't you dare come until we're done with you," he says, his fingers tangling in my hair and tilting my head back, sliding his cock past my lips.

His hips rock forward, his piercings dragging against my tongue, metallic and cold. I moan, and he curses under his breath, his fingers tightening in my hair.

Blaze's hips snap against mine, driving me forward and deeper onto Ryder's dick. All three of them set a brutal pace, fucking me from both sides, in all holes, and my mind goes blank. There's nothing except them. Nothing except the way they fill me completely, the way their hands hold me down, the way they fuck me like I'm the only thing they've ever wanted.

It's too much, and not enough. My muscles tense, my body shaking as the pleasure builds.

"Fuck," Ryder hisses, his hips stuttering as he fucks my mouth.

"God, Vic, you look so beautiful taking us," Thorne rasps.

I whimper, the sound muffled by Ryder's dick in my mouth. They keep pounding into me, their rhythm faltering as they all get closer.

"You're going to come for us, Doll," Blaze growls. "You're going to fucking scream our names when you do."

My thighs shake, and the heat coils inside me, tighter and tighter until finally—it snaps. I cry out, the sound smothered by Ryder's dick, and they curse, fucking me through my release.

"Vic," Thorne moans .

"Doll," Blaze growls.

"KitKat," Ryder hisses.

And then they're all coming, their bodies tense and shuddering as they find their own releases.

Look who's screaming whose name now, boys.

We all collapse, a tangle of limbs, our hearts pounding and bodies covered in sweat.

Ryder is the first to pull out, a long string of spit and cum stretching from his tip and connecting to my lips. Blaze follows, and I groan at the loss of contact.

Thorne is last, slowly pulling out, and I hiss, the pain returning.

"You okay?" he asks, cupping my cheek and brushing his thumb along the corner of my lips.

"Yeah," I murmur.

I'm more than okay.

He smiles, the kind that makes my heart ache, and leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. When he pulls away, his dark eyes are swirling with emotions, and he swallows.

"I love you," he whispers, and a lump forms in my throat.

"I love you too," I whisper back.