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“Turn around, Little Angel,” Chester growls.

As I spin around, Creed takes the back of my legs and positions me so my ass is in the air. A wicked smirk takes over Chester’s face as he moves closer to me. Leaning down, he presses his lips to mine, and plunges his tongue into my mouth at the same time Creed pushes his cock into me.

Creed’s hands grip my hips as he thrusts, and Chester moves away from my mouth, shifting so his delicious V stares me in the face. I don’t get time to salivate over him, though.

“Open up,” he demands, straightening himself up. My lips close around his head and I suck, teasing him. Drawing him all the way in until he bumps the back of my throat, then backing off.

“I think someone needs to realise that she isn’t in charge,” Chester growls, tangling one hand in my hair as he pushes in to fill my mouth, then pulls back before driving forward again. His thrusts speed up until he’s matching the rhythm of Creed’s into my pulsating pussy. My body quivers with excitement, mynipples so impeccably hard I want to roll them between my fingers to ease the pain.

The sensation from the bars down Creed’s shaft as they rub along my G-spot tips me over the edge. His cock swells as my orgasm rolls through my body.

“Fuck, Tenshi, you’re so wet it’s dripping down my sac.”

Chester tenses, and then with no warning, his cum squirts down my throat, making me cough as it goes down the wrong pipe. Creed uses this as a distraction, pressing his thumb firmly against my ass.

“Hold up there,” I screech. “That’s a no-go zone.”

“It’s about to be open for business. You think you can handle ten men, Little Angel? There needs to be more holes on the go.”

“I have a shiny butt plug in my room that should do the trick.” Creed laughs.

“Creed Taylor— Oh god, that feels good. Fuck.” His thumb presses into my ass, and I find myself leaning into it. The feeling is foreign, but with his Jacob’s ladder rolling up and down over my G-spot, tiny white spots appear in front of my eyes.

After a few more punishing thrusts, Creed comes, and Japanese—which hardly even makes sense—falls from his lips. He says something about smelling my sweetness on his hand later. I flop face first onto the bed with an exaggerated groan. Chester flips me over, my breasts bouncing with the movement, and I let out a surprised giggle before locking eyes with him as he hovers over me.

“Forever,” he growls, positioning himself between my legs and sliding back inside me, completely rock hard again.

The spots in front of my eyes build as his toned arms support his muscled body above me, his pelvis grinding into my clit. Pleasure tingles over every inch of my body and my legs shake. He doesn’t take his time; he claims me, punishes me, loves me until he pulls out and comes all over my stomach.

“Mine,” he whispers.

Yours.

I don’t know if the word leaves my mouth, but I certainly think it.

I don’t know if I can stand at this point, even if I wanted to. Both men fall down beside me. Creed pulls me into his body and Chester lays facing me. A girl could get used to this.

Chapter Sixteen

Kai

Jolie’s outburst was expected. I just figured it would have been in the morning once she had a decent night’s sleep.

Sitting with my back against the wall, I watch Chester and Boston throw punches at each other—I also saw that one coming. Brennan, the asshat, woke up early to take Jolie to breakfast. That damn ass kisser is always up before the rest of us; I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t go back to sleep after Jolie woke us all up. I have no issues sharing her, but if I’m being honest, I don’t think me and her are ready to have sex yet—though god knows I want to.

Her declaration about us all being together last night was weird; she acts like it’s a choice, but really, it’s not. There will never be anyone else we could give our hearts to—our sole purpose of existence is her.

I know she hasn’t screwed Trace yet either. Maybe her decision is to avoid prolonging the inevitable.

Observing other teams that just came together, it’s easy to see their cracks. Usually, the alpha in the group gets the girl. There are a few teams who have figured out that being a team, and all having the girl, is the better option—making them stronger as a unit. Jolie isn’t stupid; she would have figured that out in the time she has spent with Summer’s team, or even with Colt and his unconventional team. Blayne likes chicks, so it takes the feelings out of it and they’re all stronger for it.

“You couldn’t even wait,” Boston spits, throwing a right hook connecting with Chester’s lip. The blood drips down his face, but he just licks his lip and smiles.

“So? We did what you all did when she first returned,” Chester throws back, charging for Boston and grappling him around the waist, taking him down to the ground.

“She was ours, always has been. You were her handler—you knew that.”

“No, that’s what you knew. We always knew it was more. We just never acted on it until now,” I add from my position against the wall, pushing myself up.

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