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But before me, I only see three men, so extraordinarily, handsome and so outwardly dominant that my body instinctively bows to them.

I see three men who are descended, irrefutably, from three bear shifters from a fairytale from centuries ago. A fairytale my mom tried almost her whole life to prove existed, one she had a deep connection to because of her own ancestors. Now these three men are standing before me and my heart can’t stop pounding in fear of the unknown while my body sizzles heatedly under their dark, deviant gaze.

When Callen calls me to them, I find myself obeying without question.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Livia

The familiar fragrances of their colognes fuse into one. My body answers again to the heady combination of their scents, and I’m thrown back into the basement of the cottage where their ancestors once lived, and where they changed who I was forever.

In hindsight, I wonder if they would have let me go if my father wasn’t associated with Kirill Yenin and he hadn’t sold me to marry a known criminal. How is it possible that those words now apply to my life?

Better the devil you know than the one you don’t.

“On your knees, pretty girl.”

I obey Mason just like I obeyed Callen when he called me to them. I lower myself to the plush carpet, my knees sinking into the soft, thick layers, and it feels as if they’re resting on a cushion.

My nipples ache, they're so hard. My pussy throbs as wetness drips from me.

I lower my gaze as they surround me. They’re still as powerfully dominant as they always were, but I feel their grief like it’s my own.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. They lost someone they loved, and I know how that feels. Tears slide down my face. Both my mom and Bianca were not meant to die when they did. And no matter how powerful and dangerous these men are, they can’t undo death.

Callen bends down and gently grips my chin. He lifts my face and then kisses my tears away from my cheeks. In the depths of his confident gaze, I see his hurt, and it breaks my heart all over again.

“You won’t be given a safe word, Livia,” Callen says softly. “You won’t be able to stop us. Nothing will stop us from breeding you. From making you ours. Do you understand?”

I nod. My understanding comes from acceptance. I understand only that.

My mouth dries when they start to remove their pants. Naked, they are even more godlike and more lethal. The walls of my pussy pull taut as I remember each one of them inside me. But seeing their magnificent sizes like this, from this perspective, with their eight-pack abs and sculptured thighs and chests, fear starts to run more powerfully through me now.

They come toward me then, holding their cocks in their hands, and start to stroke down their breathtaking lengths. I’m awed by the sight in front of me, and while I don’t have any other experience, I can say without a shadow of a doubt that Deacon, Callen, and Mason are superior human beings in everything they are. I can’t deny their muscular perfection, the deadliness that goes with it, and the beauty in their dominance.

Their biceps bulge under the motion of their hands sliding down the substantial length of their shafts, and the seductive valleys of veins in their forearms enthrall me.

I watch in fascination as they get impossibly bigger. The fragrance of freshness and soap from their hardness tempts my senses and has wetness lavishly seeping from my folds.

“Open your mouth, pretty girl,” Mason says.

My gaze flicks to him and I do what he says. Mason taps my bottom lip with his cock and I open wider. He slips in and I close my eyes as my taste buds clamor to sample him.

He pushes deeper. Droplets of precum coat my tongue, and I release him from my mouth to taste it. I immediately need more. Callen gives me his, and I don’t waste any time licking the substance from his glistening head. Deacon is next, and I savor him the same way. Curiously but greedily.

They take turns putting their cocks inside my mouth. I suck them deeper and deeper each time. My curiosity doesn’t end when I gag on them. Not even when they grip my hair and pull me off their cocks. I struggle under their hold as I try to reach for more of their taste.

Deacon lifts me up from the floor. I’m still equal parts apprehensive about this ritual that was set into tradition by Goldenia and her three shifter bears nearly eons ago, according to Veronica, and keen to see what will happen to me next.

One thing inside me is certain. I want something to take away the hurt that my father’s slaughtering betrayal left inside me. Stupid me for being a grownup and still wanting his affection. I want something to ease the pain of missing my mom.

Deacon places me in a stark white chair that looks like a chair I’d find in a gynaecologist’s room. I’m made to sit at a slight backward tilt. Tremors take over my body, and I immediately close my legs.

My clit pulses and my folds become instantly drenched. I don’t want to mess up the suede upholstery of the chair, but I’m incapable of doing much physically, and mentally, I’m too far gone.

When they close in on me, my fists clench. And my head lifts off the headrest when they part my legs and touch me. With their mouths.

A zillion stars explode behind my closed eyes. My legs are spread wide and Deacon, standing to the slide of me, leans over and takes my clit in his mouth, drawing the sensitive bundle of nerves between his teeth and shifting my whole universe. Mason, seated on a chair between my open legs, parts my folds and strokes the entrance of my pussy with his tongue, alternating between sipping up my wetness and coaxing me into making more for him.

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