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“Hold her steady,” Brock called just before Cal balanced my leg on his should and dove between my legs, licking and sucking on my pussy. I cried out as he devoured me like he was starving.

My other knee shook, and Malik grabbed my waist to steady me before I could fall. The way Cal lapped at my clit made the room spin around me as waves of pleasure racked my body and the pressure of an orgasm built in my core.

That wasn’t fair. Men who were that hot weren’t supposed to know how to make me come apart in under a minute.

One hand held onto the thigh that was on his shoulder while his other left distracting and teasing paths on my inner thigh before his hand joined his mouth in my torment, and he slid one then two fingers inside me and pressed directly on my g-spot.

“Oh my god,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”

“Are you going to come on his face, angel?” Malik teased. “You going to let him get your tight little pussy ready for my cock?”

“Fuck,” I gasped as Mallk pinched my nipple, giving the most exquisite edge of pain to the pleasure Cal was making me feel.

“I think she likes it, but she deserves more,” Brock said. “Lay her out on the bed.”

“Who the fuck put you in charge?” Malik growled.

“I did,” I gasped as Malik pinched my nipple again.

“Do you think that was wise?” Cal asked, looking up at me, his lips slick and shining with my juices. Fuck, that was so hot.

“Who the fuck told you to stop eating her pussy?” Brock barked, then shot me another wink. He was clearly enjoying the power trip, and I may have created a monster.

“I have no regrets, you heard the man,” I answered.

“Oh, he is going to have some regrets later,” Cal promised. He kept my thighs on his shoulders as he stood up, lifting me in the air, pulling me away from Malik, and laying me out on the bed.

Cal lay next to me, kissing me again, letting me taste myself on his lips, the tart, fresh taste making my core clench.

Malik lay on the other side of me, his mouth wrapping around my nipple—he really seemed to have a thing for my breasts and I had no complaints—while his hand moved from my knee to my inner thigh, pulling my legs apart, giving Brock the perfect view of my aching pussy.

I could feel wetness dripping out of me and would’ve squeezed my legs shut if Malik hadn’t been holding them open.He pulled off my nipple long enough to murmur, “Such a good girl for us, angel.”

Cal’s hand went to my other leg, pulling them wider apart before Cal and Malik’s fingers met at my core.

Cal gave me what I wanted. He went for my clit, teasing me, taunting me, ramping up my pleasure and making me ache for more. Malik gave me what I needed. He slid two fingers inside me and stretched me slowly at first, then increased the pace, fucking me with his fingers while Cal worked his faster over my clit.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re perfect,” Brock gasped. My hips rocked in the air, a silent plea for more.

Cal ran his fangs over the sensitive skin of my neck, a reminder of how good it felt when he fed from me, and I was overwhelmed with the need for him to be deep inside me, his cock working me over like Malik’s fingers were and his fang finding their home in me too.

My core tightened, clamping down hard on Malik’s fingers. He curled them up to hit that sensitive spot inside me and I saw stars as my thighs trembled.

“Come hard for me, angel,” Malik rasped. “Come hard and soak my fingers so I know you can take more.

His voice was so dark and grave, demanding my body obey. It did. I couldn’t have stopped it if I wanted to. My back arched up, and I came with a scream.

Malik let out a deep chuckle. “I think she’s ready for us.”

Callum

MINE

God, Liz looked so beautiful laying naked on the bed between Malik and me. The way her hips bucked as her sweetness spilled over our fingers, I knew she was going to be perfect for us. Even if ‘us’ now included a dragon shifter. It was the oddest feeling. When I saw that Fae woman look Brock up and down, I was pissed. When she touched him, I was ready to rip her throat out.

I didn’t get those feelings when the two other men in this room touched Liz. If anyone else dared get close enough to touch her, they would lose a hand. But I liked that Brock and Malik would keep her safe. Malik and I kept our fingers working on her, letting her ride out the waves of pleasure.

When she finally went limp on the bed, we carefully removed our fingers from her body. Malik painted her lips with her own cum before kissing her. I had a very similar idea.

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