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“You came so hard,” Lachlan murmurs into my ear. “Your pussy wouldn’t stop squirting. You’re going to need a new sofa.”

Heat swells beneath my cheeks at the slight taunt in his voice. “I couldn’t stop.”

Lachlan chuckles low and dark. “We don’t want you to. We’re not done with you. We want more.”

I should tell them no. I should put my foot down and tell them I’m too sore and tired. But who am I kidding? I have wanted this for so long, wanted them. Wanted to be wrecked and worshiped and devoured. I’m not wasting the precious time we have left resting.

I respond by sinking my fingers through Van’s hair and lifting a foot to rest on his broad shoulder, giving him ample room to work his magic.

“Promise?” I rasp, back arching with the first thrust of Van’s tongue into my tender opening. “Promise not to stop?”

Lachlan rocks his newly erect cock between my sore ass cheeks, and I think maybe I’m not ready for that again quite so soon.

“You want us to fuck you until you pass out?” he teases.

Van’s lips close over my clit, creating a seal that has my head falling back against Lachlan’s shoulder.

“No...” My hips press down and shift against Van’s mouth. “Keep going.” My face tips up to meet Lachlan’s gaze. My free hand loops up and around the back of his head. I pull him down. “Keep using me.” I nip on his bottom lip. “Even if I’m sleeping.”

The low rumble of Lachlan’s chest vibrates along my spine. “You sure about that?”

“I’m your toy,” I remind them.

“Goddamn it,” Lachlan groans.

“We’ll fuck you raw if you open that door,” Van warns, powerful body rising to his feet to tower over me. “You’ll wake up drenched in cum. Pussy swollen and leaking.”

Despite just getting plowed so hard I’m pretty sure I won’t be walking right in the morning, I shiver at the image.

“Your cum belongs to me. Only to me. Where else are you going to put it?” Feeling bold, I circle his cock between my fingers and stroke. “Now, do you both need a minute to rest or—”

Without letting me finish, Van stoops and tosses me over his shoulder. With a sharp swat that sends fire tingling through my sensitive channels, he stalks with me towards the stairs.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

EVERLY

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I wake mid climax. I’m falling before my eyes even spring open to Lachlan’s face between my legs, tongue lapping greedily at my tender core. Van is reclined next to me, propped up on one elbow, head resting on the heel of his hand, watching me. Watching and rolling my nipple with his free hand.

“Morning,” he teases as my body bows off the mattress and my fingers dive into Lachlan’s hair. “You orgasm in your sleep. Did you know?”

Gasping and shuddering as Lachlan latches onto my twitching clit with teeth and lips, I can only grunt some type of response.

“We spent most of the night taking turns counting to see how many times we could make you cum before you woke up.”

It’s only when Lachlan continues to flick that I feel the raw tenderness, the over stimulation of too much.

“How many?” I croak as my stiff, aching joints are pushed wider around his shoulders and he goes in for another round.

“We lost count at one point,” Van answers, leaning in to suck on my nipple. “We had to start over.”

“God...” I groan, hips lifting off the sheet as I’m forced over yet again.

“You said we could keep going,” Lachlan taunts, lifting his face, giving me a moment of reprieve to kiss my hipbone. “Not our fault you fell asleep.”

“I think I passed out.” I chuckle, lacing my fingers through his hair and tugging him up my body. “You both exhausted me.”

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