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Nash’s tone isn’t taunting; it’s flooded with doubt.

Why? Why would he doubt Jace?

“You’ll fucking kill me.” Jace doesn’t sound scared. He sounds sure.

“Do it, and I won’t.” Nash urges inside me. “Help make her my queen. I need her. I fucking love her.”

I’m right here, and I’m not. I’m everywhere else with Nash, too. I’m in our past when he felt ashamed of his desire for me. I’m in the years and all the sweet, infuriating ways he proved his secret love for me. Love we couldn’t have. Love we’ve had to deny. Love that left us lonely too many times.

Now, we can have this, but we can’t do it alone.

We need Jace.

“Here.” A big, warm hand gently lifts my left one. It’s Jace. I know his caring touch. With the sound of another zipper being dragged down, Nash thrusts inside me, moans escaping my throat as my hand is wrapped around the stiff shaft of Jace’s erection.Fuck, he’s thick.He guides my hand, stroking it over his cock. “This is your hard proof,” he boasts. “If I need to, I can take care of her, too.”

“Oh, my god,” I sigh at the trust and taboo. What’s forbidden falls away as Jace pumps my hand over his cock, and Nash claims my pussy with his.

“Suck her nipple.” I hear Wren beg Sire, “Please, suck her nipple and make me come.”

“Fuck.” Nash is thrusting harder, faster.

“Shit.” The gravel tenor of Jace’s voice trembles, his hefty cock swelling in my grasp.

Sire’s mouth clamps down, his weight shifting with Wren’s, straining the swing, too. He must be fucking her from behind, letting her watch his mouth suck my nipple.

“Fuck,” Nash huffs again. “Fuck.” He strums my clit harder. “You love this, don’t you, poison? You’re so fucking wet and swollen. You love being so goddamn dirty for me, for us, don’t you?”

Nash is taking me there. He knows it. I’m shaking for it, arching for it, gasping for it. “Yes, Mr. Allen. Yes, Daddy, I’m your dirty girl.”

“Hmm,” Sire moans at our kink with my nipple in his mouth.

“Shit!” Jace grunts as I grip his cock so tight. “Shit, I’m coming.” His hot seed spills over my hand, thick streams running down my wrist and splattering my breast.

“Vale, do you want to be Mr. Allen’s queen?” Axel taunts my ear. “Do you want to beourqueen, too?” He’s not judging our kink; he’s indulging it.

For years, Axel has known about our love and wants it. He wants my ultimate consent for Nash. My past and present collide as I scream for our future, “Yes! Yes!”

“Then be my good girl.” It’s Nash, dragging me over my edge. “Let them watch your pretty pussy come on my cock.” He pinches my clit, and I fall into my deep orgasm, convulsing with a shameless groan as Nash pounds his cock inside me, making it last and last.

He grunts, “Fuck yes, baby, milk me,” as my walls pulse and clench, claiming his orgasm, too.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Wren is going, too. She’s yanking the swing so hard. I feel Sire tugging it too, all while Nash grunts, his final hard thrusts primal, bestial, and brutal and…

“Oh shit!”

It’s so sudden, and I’m blind. I don’t know what’s happening as I fall even more. Not into my orgasm but onto the floor with Nash collapsing over me with a loud clank.

“Oh shit!” Jace shouts again. “We broke the swing.”

“You okay?” Nash huffs.

“Yeah.”

Axel laughs. It’s an odd sound from his voice. “Guess I lost my deposit.”

“What the hell?” I struggle with Nash on top of me. “How did we—” I move to take off my blindfold, but Nash stops me.

“Wait, poison. You can’t see us yet.”

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