Page 201 of They Are Mine

Touched. Kissed. Claimed.

Every inch of me belongs to them.

A mouth, Elliot’s, covers mine, firm and slow, owning every gasp, every whimper, every desperate little sound I make.

Another, Orion, trails open-mouthed kisses down my stomach, his hands strong, sure, pinning my thighs apart like I might even think to stop him.

I wouldn’t.

I couldn’t.

“Goddamn,” Callum murmurs, his hands gripping my hips, his voice thick with something dark and primal.

“She’s shaking,” Noah whispers, his lips brushing my ear, soft, teasing, wicked. “She likes this.”

Like is too small a word.

I’m burning.

I’m dripping.

I’m completely at their mercy.

And they know it.

Elliot’s hand slides up my throat, his fingers tightening just slightly, just enough to make me whimper against his mouth. “You ready to beg, baby doll?”

I moan.

Orion chuckles against my skin, his tongue flicking over my clit, slow, torturous. “Let’s see how long you can last.”

I can’t see.

I can’t move.

I can only feel.

Hands. Teeth. Tongues.

Worshiping. Devouring.

Holding me open, spreading me wide, claiming every inch of me until I don’t know where I end and they begin.

My breath shatters as Orion thrusts two fingers inside me, curling just right, stroking that devastating little spot that makes me sob.

“Good girl,” Elliot murmurs against my throat, his lips slow, deliberate, like he has all the time in the world.

He doesn’t.

None of them do.

I need them.

Now.

All of them.

“Please,” I whisper, barely a sound.

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