Page 204 of They Are Mine

“Open,” Elliot says.

Noah withdrawals.

I open.

“Good girl,” Elliot whispers.

I feel them both, tips thumping a second before they spill onto my tongue. I swallow every last drop.

Then he claims my mouth, kissing me deep, filthy, endless.

And I collapse.

Held.

Owned.

Loved.

Ruined beyond repair.

I can’t move.

I don’t need to.

Because they move for me.

Orion shifts first, rolling me onto his chest, his strong arms caging me in. “Breathe, sweetheart.”

Noah’s fingers trace soft circles on my thigh, soothing, grounding. “You were incredible, Angel.”

Callum stretches, lazy, satisfied, then slaps my ass. “Damn, Madness. I might be obsessed.”

Elliot is the last to speak. But his hands move before his mouth does.

Gently untangling my hair. Brushing featherlight touches over my wrists, easing the ache from where he held me down. Tipping my chin up, forcing my dazed eyes to meet his. “You are soaked in us,” he murmurs.

I shudder.

Because he’s right.

They’ve ruined me.

Their hands, their mouths, their bodies.

Their come, warm inside me, slick on my skin.

Orion’s.

Callum’s.

Noah’s.

Elliot’s.

I should be exhausted.

But I want more.

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