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Then something warm dribbled along my crack and I tensed, but the pressure from the hand on my clit burst through the dam and Legend sank a finger into my anus. That—was weird. But not at all unpleasant, particularly while I shook with the aftershocks of orgasm.

“Again,” Alphabet ordered and he delved his fingers against me as Legend eased another finger into my ass. The burn lit me up, even as Alphabet stroked me toward another swift orgasm. These men seemed to figure me out so quickly. I wanted to learn their bodies the same way, but they had me writhing as Legend scissored his fingers in my ass.

“She’s loosening right up,” Legend said with a hum. “I can’t wait to slide into this ass and you’re going to take me, aren’t you? You’re going to take both of us.”

I wanted to beg or to plead, anything that would let me come, because Alphabet would take me right up to the edge then Legend added another finger. I was pretty sure he had four of them inside of me.

“Too much,” I complained on a whine, but when he would have pulled away, I pushed back against him. “No, stay.”

“It’s all right,” Alphabet crooned, easing his fingers from between my thighs. He let me lift my head, but only so he could suck his fingers clean and I shuddered. “You still ready for this, Gracie-girl?”

“Yes!” I burst out, the word barely containing itself. “God, yes. Please—right now. I need you. I need both of you. Don’t make me wait. Please!”

“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are with your skin flushed, your lips swollen, and your ass in the air taking my hand like you were made for me?”

“Made for us,” Alphabet corrected. “He’s right, Gracie, you’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

I wanted them so badly, I was clenching around Legend’s fingers and around emptiness. A shudder worked its way up my spine and sent out happy little jolts like I’d gotten hit with my own taser.

“Please…” I was begging now, twisted up between them as they passed me back and forth for kisses. Then Legend’s hand left me and I wanted to cry, but Alphabet was already pulling me up to straddle him. I covered his hand with mine and we positioned his cock so I could sink down.

Oh, there it was. The sweat made him slippery, or maybe it was me, but I had my hands balanced on his shoulders as I rolled my hips. At least I could move now. Not far, but it was almost enough.

“Stay with us,” Alphabet said, his voice choked as he spread his legs more and the weight on the bed shifted. When I dippedmy head to kiss him, he met me as eagerly as I felt. He gripped my hips, forcing me to go still as another hand stroked down over my ass.

Legend. Then he was using his cock and not fingers as he pressed right up to the ring of muscle he said he’d already loosened. I’d felt him in my cunt, swallowed around him in my throat. What if… what if he didn’t fit?

Panic slipped through me and I jerked my head up. But they were both stroking me, whispering words of encouragement. They wouldn’t hurt me…

“You ready?” Alphabet verified and I nodded, holding his gaze as Legend began to press deeper. More lube dribbled on my ass. Some distant part of my brain figured out that was what he’d been pleased about earlier.

Lube was a good thing, because as Legend rocked his hips in shallow thrusts, he was sliding deeper and deeper into me. Alphabet gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks in a way that was almost too intimate and yet just right at the same time.

A glaze of lust covered everything and Alphabet’s eyes were shining as he stared up at me. “Look at you, perfect girl. You’re taking both of us just like you said you wanted to. Can you feel us?”

Legend sank in almost to the base and I swore my whole body was stretched to the point of bursting. Alphabet gave a little bump upwards with his hips and a jolt of pleasure raced through me. Then Legend eased back and thrust in again.

Each movement added another layer of sensory overload. A hand on my arm. Lips against my throat. Nipples to Alphabet’s chest. The guys adjusted their grips as they rocked me between them.

It was like the most hedonistic see-saw of my life, only I was riding them and they moved me back and forth. They moved me between them, shuttling me forward and then back. Alphabetkissed me until Legend wrapped his hand in my hair, he pulled me up and I arched as I pumped my hips in time to theirs.

Then Legend kissed me as I fought to hold onto Alphabet’s slick skin. I’d long since gone up in a carnal blaze. Someone teased my clit or maybe I bumped it against Alphabet but I keened into Legend’s mouth as I came, clenching around both of them.

They swore. Or maybe that was in my head. I lost track of everything except the inferno that gobbled me up. It melted me between them and my mind just checked out. I never wanted to move again.

Right here, impaled on both of them, was where I wanted to stay.

Chapter

Thirty-Three

BONES

Reznik broke. They all did, eventually. We told ourselves we wouldn’t—that we were built differently. Trained in every technique imaginable to endure torture, to think clearly through the agony, to plan escape and evasion no matter the cost. And if all else failed, we were prepared to goad our captors into killing us before they could break us.

Reznik tried everything. Desperate to flip the script, to get under our skin so we’d end it for him. He taunted Alphabet. Took low blows at the rest of us. Then he went after Grace. That alone nearly earned him the quiet, swift death he craved.

But we’d trained for that too. And Grace?

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