Page 167 of They Are Mine

Of heat. Of power. Of my fucking men.

Elliot grips my hair, steadying me, controlling my pace, but he doesn’t push, not yet.

Because he’s watching.

Watching Orion press inside me, slow and deep.

Watching Noah beneath me, thick and hot, stretching me open.

Two. Two.

I moan around Elliot’s cock, and he curses. “Holy fuck.”

My nails bite into Noah’s chest as he grips my hips, pushing up into me, matching Orion’s pace.

Too much. Not enough.

I can’t think. I can’t breathe.

I am being taken apart piece by aching piece.

“You wanted this, baby doll?” Elliot murmurs, voice rough, his control fraying.

I moan, nodding, taking him deeper.

He groans, fingers tightening in my hair.

Noah groans beneath me. “Fuck, she’s so tight like this.”

“She was made for this,” Orion growls.

Elliot’s grip tightens. “She was made for us.”

And that shatters me.

I moan around Elliot’s cock, body clenching, shaking, coming hard enough to see stars.

Orion curses.

Noah groans, thrusting up, chasing his release.

Elliot shudders, his control snapping. His hips jerk, his breath hitches.

And then?

Then I break them all.

Noah grips my thighs, moaning as he comes deep inside me.

Orion drives in hard one last time, growling my name as he loses himself.

Elliot grits his teeth, breathing rough, spilling onto my tongue.

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

I barely remember falling against Noah.

My limbs are liquid.

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