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He rewards me. Sliding two fingers inside my cunt, his tongue licks my clit in every direction I can’t anticipate, making me beg with a sudden urge, “Nash, please. I need to come.”

“Let her come.” It’s a woman’s voice in a sexy accent I don’t recognize.

Nash curls his fingers inside my walls, his devotion to my clit unrelenting while the heat of bodies surrounds me, heavy breaths of huge men admiring my pussy.

“Oh god,” I cry out. Loving and needing. Lusting and demanding. “Please, Daddy. Please show them what a good girl I am for you.”

“My, my.” I hear another deep voice praise. “Sheisa good girl for you, Nash.”

It’s Axel, and suddenly, his annoying tone is arousing and smoky with desire. What he must see—Nash on his knees, his mouth feasting on my pussy—gets me off even more.

“Show them, my poison.” Nash’s fingers start pounding hard into my sex, making my walls clench tight to release. “Show them you’re mine.”

With a brutal, puckering suck of my clit, Nash makes me scream, fisting the pillow of the swing as my orgasm crashes through me, his fingers and mouth not stopping as I cry out, shuddering and twisting on the suspended platform with another sweet spasm.

“She’s beautiful.” I hear Wren whisper.

“You’rebeautiful.” I hear Sire reply before the sound of a zipper being dragged down adds to their lustful exchange.

“This is your test, Vale.” Axel’s now arousing voice tempts my left ear. “You’ll be loved by Nash, but you’ll belong to us. If you want our protection, you must prove you trust us.” Fingertips, they must be Axel’s, linger down my shoulder, toward my breast. “Starting tonight.”

“Get your—” Nash snarls before, “Brother, you have to trust us, too,” Jace calms him.

“We’d never hurt her.”

That’s Grant. Relief fills me that he’s here; a little shyness, too.

Let’s face it. You can’t go from sharing friendship to a naughty fuckshow overnight without a little dose of awkwardness.

But it’s cured as Nash caresses my thigh, his voice strained with ire. “How are we doing, poison?”

“Good,” I huff happily, “and very horny for you.”

Wren sighs, “Same.”

The sound of shuffling bodies and shifting clothes fills the air while I feel Nash stand and settle between my thighs. The seductive sound of him dragging his zipper down makes me softly gasp. The knowledge his pants are splattered with blood shed over me makes me ache for him.

If that’s fucked up, I’m too in love to care.

Nash teases his velvet tip over my sensitive clit, making all my shyness evaporate, leaving nothing but my hunger for him. “Please, Nash,” I beg. “Do it. Fuck me. Show them I want to be your queen.”

“Youshow us, too,” Axel corrects, “not just him.”

The brush of Axel’s fingertip over the swell of my breast makes Nash drive inside me. “She’s mine,” he growls, holding my hips, swinging me toward him as he buries himself so deep, his claim is undeniable.

I arch, moaning at his penetration.

I love it as Axel argues, “No, brother, she’sours, too.” He swings me back toward him, his fingers tugging at my bodice. “Isn’t that right, Vale? You want to be hisandours?”

“Yes,” I groan at Nash’s next brutal thrust, yanking me toward him, his hands gripping my hips so hard, I’ll earn the bruises I love, too.

“Do youconsent?” Axel urges, his touch waiting above my breast, and he doesn’t sound dirty, degrading, or even demeaning.

No, it sounds like consent is Axel’s highest value. His one true law. The principle he fights and kills for.

Consent: it’s not where Axel comes from; none of his brothers do. What a haunting legacy to be born with, so now they give it to others. It’s what they need from me, too.

“Yes.” I heard it in his voice. I trust it. I want it. “You can touch me, but only Nash can love me.”

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