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“She’s so fucking tight,” Tristan moaned, his voice raspy with lust. He pushed in harder and faster, his actions in sync with Nate’s. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, driving our pleasure higher. “God, she feels so good…”

With each thrust, I felt their pleasure, their satisfaction. My body sang with my own climax that was fast approaching, building with each second they spent buried deep inside me. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut through, an electric charge that crackled between us as they pounded into me.

I was lost in a sea of raw lust, surrounded by the eroticism of their harsh words and the feeling of them all inside me. My climax came suddenly, like a tidal wave washing over me. I screamed into Nate's chest as I convulsed around their cocks.

Tristan’s hand found mine, fingers entwining as he gripped me tight.

“Fuck… Fuck…” He whispered, his voice uneven as he neared his climax. I could feel him throbbing inside me, setting off a chain reaction that had Bast and Nate pushing deeper into my pussy. A raw, primal scream tore from my lips as my climax didn’t fade, but seemed to continue on, flooding my body with waves of pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely.

Underneath me, Nate growled, his hands gripping my hips painfully tight. With a sudden jerk of his hips, he thrust up into me causing me to gasp out in surprised pleasure. At the same time, Bast began to move faster behind me, his breath coming out in ragged pants against the back of my neck.

Nate’s grip on my hips tightened impossibly more and with a last powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me. I could feel him pulsating within me as he emptied himself, filling my depths with his heat.

“Oh fuck… Nate…” I whimpered.

“Shit!” Tristan’s cry echoed through the room just moments later as he followed suit, his entire body shaking violently beneath mine.

“Fuck…” Bast groaned from behind me as he quickened his pace. His hands were clutching at my hips as he drove into me relentlessly, his rhythm matching the beating of my own heart. He was a wild beast, consuming me in his fiery passion. Lost in his own world of pleasure, he fucked me with a fervor that left me breathless.

“Fuck, Paige...I'm...” he gasped out, words failing him as he succumbed to the intoxicating rush of climax.

I felt him grow impossibly harder inside me, his girth stretching me deliciously as he buried himself to the hilt. And then, with one final thrust, Bast let out a guttural groan that echoed through the room, his body shuddering violently as he found his release.

And then suddenly, it was over. The room fell into a background lull as the Reapers feasted and fucked below us, our own display soon forgotten as they pursued their own pleasure. Gradually, my men slid out from under me, their bodies collapsing on either side in exhausted pleasure.

I lay there sprawled between them, a mess of spent desire and satisfaction. My limbs felt like jelly and my body thrummed with aftershocks of euphoria.

“You were fucking amazing,” Nate whispered hoarsely against my ear, drawing me back from my post-orgasmic stupor.

A low chuckle rumbled in Tristan’s throat as he lazily stroked my arm. “She always is," he murmured.

Bast merely grunted in agreement, pulling me closer against him. His hand moved lazily over my body, tracing the curves and lines. His touch was an odd mix of possessive and soothing, a testament to our strange relationship. I let out a sigh of contentment as I nestled further into his chest and closed my eyes, listening to the beat of his heart. One of three hearts that beat for me. My dark Knights. Forever.

Epilogue

PAIGE

Nate’s fingers entwined with mine under the snowy white tablecloth as I gazed out across the restaurant, my eyes fixed on the handsome man that stood on the temporary stage on the other side of the room. Crystal glasses chinked quietly and soft music played in the background as Bast stepped up to the white podium and cleared his throat. As the room fell silent, his eyes found me in the crowd and he smiled.

“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for coming tonight. This will be the first charity auction and ball for the Phoenix Lives charity, and on behalf of myself and my co-founder, Lord Carver, we wish to express our gratitude for your presence here.”

There was a loud round of applause, and Bast waited a few moments before continuing. “I would also like to thank the owner of the restaurant, Tristan Blackwood, for allowing us to use his premises and providing the excellent meals we’ve had tonight with no cost to the charity, meaning more of the money raised tonight will go towards the children this charity is devoted to helping. I would also like to raise a glass to him in recognition of his first Michelin star, and wish him much success from here on out.”

Another thunderous round of applause, and I looked around to glimpse Tristan by the door to the kitchens, clad as ever in his pristine chef whites. He flushed a little at Bast’s praise, but his smile was genuine and I felt such a rush of pride for him, that I let go of Nate’s hand to clap loudly. It had taken a lot of encouragement and support from all of us to persuade Tristan to talk to his family about inheriting the family tech company, and to his surprise, they had been more than happy for him to step aside. It turned out that his little sister Rosa was a computer whizz, and that she’d been desperate to work in the company for years. Now she was nineteen, she was working her way up through the departments, but she was making short work of it, and Tristan suspected she’d be on the board within a couple of years. We’d spent a year living in Paris while Tristan studied at a prestigious french cookery school, and then moved to London where he’d opened his own restaurant six months ago.

Tristan disappeared into the kitchen as Bast continued and I looked up to see Nate smiling down at me.

“I think he’s putting your painting up last, so we’ll have a while before the bidding for that starts. Anything on the list you fancy, baby?” His hand snaked further up my thigh where it had been resting, and I flashed him a smile.

“Behave, and yes. I was thinking of bidding for the villa in St. Lucia. It’s beautiful, and we talked about getting a holiday home.”

Nate nodded leaning over to look at the brochure, his hand slipping under my short skirt.

“It is beautiful. Reminds me a little of Dom’s beach house in Cornwall.”

“That’s one of the reasons I - Nate!” I hissed, as he pulled aside my underwear and slid his finger along my pussy.

“Shh,” he said calmly. “Someone will hear you.”

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