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My body adjusts to being filled this way but I desperately hold onto Callen’s cock, which I’m gripping so tightly that I’m sure I’m hurting him.

“Please,” I whisper. I need Callen to complete me.

“Fuck,” he roars. He steps away, and I watch him fiercely. I don’t want him away from me for too long. He finds a jar of coconut oil.

Oh god.

Deacon slips out of my bottom hole. And Callen penetrates me in one swift motion. Mason swallows my cry in his mouth, but I can’t help biting his lip when I feel Deacon line his cock up next to Callen’s.

I freeze up again, no matter how much I tell myself I can do this. But then I close my eyes and see these three men, and suddenly I feel invincible.

I open myself up. I relax all my muscles. I breathe. I chant their names, and the sound echoes in my soul.

Deacon.

Callen.

Mason.

I brace myself when Deacon enters my asshole alongside Callen. I feel Mason’s lips on my cheek, whispering a thousand kisses against my skin. And then I feel Deacon’s and Callen’s cocks inside me, embedded as deeply as Mason is inside my pussy.

Time stands still. I register each breath they take. Every sound they make. And the only word that falls from their lips is my name.

Livia…

I give them my body to do what they want. To take what they need. They allow me to worship their cocks inside me. To hug them tightly to my body. To love them. To nurture them. To milk them. To take their seed lovingly into my body.

I give them my love as they move in and out of my body, deeper each time, reaching into the depths of my soul to get to me.

“It will never be deep enough, Livia,” Mason says. “We will always try to go deeper.”

They make love to me this way, using my body for their pleasure and fucking me so gently that I end up crying, and that’s when they come inside me. Ribbons upon ribbons of cum fill me up, feed my blood, and replenish my soul.

“I love you, Deacon. I love you, Mason. I love you, Callen.” I say the words aloud and unleash even more cum from them, their cocks continuing to pump inside me.

“Our world.”

When they release me, the coldness that engulfs me feels different. I know I need to get to Faith. I know she’s safe. Yenin is dead. But I’m suddenly frozen solid.

“Livia, what’s wrong?” Deacon demands, but I’m still on the bed. I’m still naked, still filled with their cum, and I’m rocking my body to and fro.

They put on the jeans and come to me, and suddenly I can’t stop crying. This is different. This is ten years’ worth of tears. This is not about Faith. This is about my mom.

Chapter Forty-One

Livia

Faith is safe, and I’m going to make sure she’s will to be okay. She won’t let Yenin win. And he’ll only win if she doesn’t take her power back. I’m going to help her do that. I’m never going to leave her side.

And my mom. Nothing can bring her back. Maybe I’m just missing her and that’s why I feel like this.

I repeat in my head: Faith is safe. Yenin is dead. Faith is safe. Yenin is dead.

But there’s a thought that keeps popping up in my mind and I can’t squash it. I can’t unthink it. And so I cry again.

“Livia, what’s wrong?” They’re holding me and soothing me, but it’s not enough. “Yenin is dead. He will never harm you or anyone you love ever again. And Faith is going to be okay, you know that.”

“I know… it’s not… it’s not Yenin.”

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