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“Such a good little princess,” I praise, switching tactics now that she is Ivy again. “Taking all our cocks like you were made for it.”
Tate groans, his hips working up faster. “Fuck, Ivy, I’m coming.”
Ivy whimpers around my cock, her body trembling as she’s pounded from all sides.
“Come for us, little killer,” I growl.
With a muffled cry, Ivy’s orgasm hits her hard. Her body convulses wildly, shaking uncontrollably.
“Fuck!” Tate shouts, burying himself deep as he comes.
Bram follows soon after with a guttural groan, filling Ivy’s ass with his cum. The sight of her taking all of us at once pushes me over the edge, and I spill down her throat with a roar.
For a moment, we’re all still, panting heavily. Then I slowly pull out of Ivy’s mouth, watching as she gasps for air. Her body slumps between Bram and Tate, thoroughly used and dripping with our cum.
Running a hand over her sweat-drenched hair, I grip it lightly and tilt her head back. “What’s your name, little killer?”
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I blink up at Torin,my mind hazy with pleasure and exhaustion.
“I can’t remember,” I murmur.
Torin smiles with satisfaction and something softer in his eyes. “Good girl.”
I whimper as Bram and Tate slowly pull out of me. My body aches in the most delicious way, thoroughly used and marked by the three of them. I collapse onto the bed, cum leaking from my abused holes.
“Fuck,” I mumble into the sheets.
Bram chuckles darkly. “You took it beautifully. Such a good girl for us.”
I shiver at his praise, a spark of arousal igniting despite my exhaustion. These men will be the death of me.
“Come on,” Torin says, scooping me up in his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
As he carries me to the bathroom, I catch sight of the book Tate brought. It sits forgotten on my desk, a reminder of the chaos that awaits us outside of this moment. But for now, Ilet myself sink into the afterglow, surrounded by the men who captivate me.
Torin sets me down gently in the shower, his touch surprisingly tender after the brutal fucking I just endured. The hot water cascades over us as the guys join us, their hands roaming my body and cleaning me with reverent care.
“Fuck, you’re incredible,” Tate murmurs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
I lean back against his chest, letting the water sluice away the evidence of our debauchery.
“Did we help you forget?” Bram asks, his dark eyes searching mine. “Truly?”
For a moment, I’d actually managed to push aside the looming threats and mysteries. But reality comes crashing back as I remember why I needed the distraction in the first place.
“For a while,” I admit. “But we can’t ignore what’s happening forever.”
Torin’s jaw clenches. “We’ll figure it out. Let’s just take this night, yeah?”
I want to agree, but I’m impatient at the best of times. “The book. What did Vex find?”
Tate’s arms tighten around me. “Let’s get dried off first. Then we’ll go through it together.”
I nod, allowing myself a few more minutes of peace before facing whatever new revelations await us. As we step out of the shower, I catch sight of myself in the steamy mirror. My hair is wild, skin flushed and marked with bruises and bites. I look thoroughly fucked and claimed.
