Page 113 of They Are Mine

Noah isn’t soft. Not tonight.

Not when he’s driving into me, slow, deep, relentless, pushing me to the brink again and again and again.

I claw at the sheets, my body aching, nerves on fire, pleasure coiling so tight it’s unbearable.

“Noah,” I gasp. I don’t even know what I’m begging for.

But he knows. He always does.

His hands tighten on my hips, his cock pushing deeper, filling me so perfectly I swear I see stars.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice low, wrecked, sweet and filthy all at once.

He leans over me, pressing his chest to my back, his breath hot against my ear.

“You take us so well,” he murmurs. “Like you were fucking made for us.”

I shudder, a broken sound escaping my lips.

“Do you feel it, Juliet?” he groans, thrusting deeper, harder. “You’re still so full of him. And now? Now, I’m gonna fill you too.”

Oh. Oh, my god.

I cry out, my body clenching around him, so sensitive I could die from this.

And then Orion moves.

I barely have time to process it before his fingers slide into my hair, tugging gently, guiding my mouth to his.

I moan against his lips, dazed, completely overwhelmed, because Noah is still fucking me and Orion is still watching, still touching, still making me his too.

He groans, watching me fall apart, his grip tightening, his eyes burning with something dark and possessive.

“You love this, don’t you?” Orion murmurs, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip. “Being ours.”

I whimper. That’s all the answer he needs.

Noah slams into me one last time, a low, desperate groan escaping his lips as he buries himself deep and lets go.

I shatter.

I collapse, trembling, boneless.

And they?

They hold me together.

They always will.

Oh, they think they’ve ruined me.

Sweet boys.

They have no idea what I can take.

Noah is still buried inside me, his breath ragged, his body trembling against mine. Orion’s hand is still in my hair, his thumb dragging over my lip, his gaze dark, hungry.

I should be spent. I should be satisfied.

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