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My head spins as the pleasure rolls over me, consuming everything.

Mercer pulls out of me first, and I whimper as his cock leaves my ass. A moment later, I feel Liam's cock slide out of me, and I'm left on the bed, covered in sweat and cum. I get up in preparation to hop in the shower, but Mercer's standing at the end of the bed, blocking me.

"Stay like that, princess," he murmurs. "I'm painting a mental picture."

I splay myself out like his whore, surprised at how eager I am to play this game. I liked it when he talked dirty to me, the mix of praise and degradation.

We're going to have a lot of fun.

"Tonight, I'm going to make you do all of that again," Mercer purrs, and I find myself nodding.

"I'll hold you to that," I smile, and he leans down, kissing me.

"Don't worry, princess."

"And when I'm done with you," he purrs, "Phoenix and Liam are going to have you."

"I can't wait," I smile.

"Neither can I." Mercer sighs, kissing my forehead.

I grin, grinning at the thought of being fucked by all three of them at the same time. I know I won't be able to walk, but I don't care. I know I'll love it. And I know I'll love them.

"Go get cleaned up," he murmurs. "It's time to celebrate."

And I'm too excited to think about the world outside.

21

Phoenix

Oliviastretchesoutlanguidlybetween us--Mercer with his arms around her, her pink hair spread across his chest; Liam huddled around her waist; me between her legs. I lick her pussy as she drifts in and out of sleep, dragging orgasms out of her one after the other.

"Phoenix..." she drawls. "It's too..."

"Is it too much, princess?" Mercer chuckles. "Because I got the impression you could never have too much."

"She's insatiable," Liam laughs. "Keep going."

I do.

She comes again and again.

Minutes or hours later, I trace lines across her skin with my fingertips, thinking about all the designs that would look gorgeous on her. Flowers on her hips...stars on her shoulders. I picture a whole piece, my canvas for the rest of our lives.

"Will you tattoo me?" she asks, her voice rough and clouded with lust.

I look up at her, my eyes finding hers.

"Tonight?"

"Yeah," she says. "I want...I want to make sure I have your mark in every possible way."

I get to my knees, looking down at her. That tanned skin is a gorgeous expanse, a blank canvas of nothing but freckles and curves.

"Did you think about what you want?" I ask.

She nods. "I think...I think I want 'Love Conquers All' right above my heart."

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