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He grips my hips, tugging me closer, as he kneels between my legs still. His crown nudges my folds, and he groans loudly. When his eyes open back up, they land on my face, and he releases me for a moment to sign, ‘You’re mine. Forever.’

The silent words feel like a branding, made real when he doesn’t hesitate even a second before his fingers wrap around my thighs, and he thrusts into me, all the way to the start of his forming knot.

He fills me to an almost painful stretch and my slick answers with even more moisture, but it isn’t a lack of slickness that makes him push my limits. It is a combination of the newness of sex and his size. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as he pounds into me like a man possessed. Like he will never be deep enough.

His teeth and mouth mark me as he worships my body with his. The overstimulation has me tumbling like a waterfall with relentless force and energy toward my orgasm. He pushes me over the edge as he locks into me, exploding into me, his teeth marking me again as if he can’t help it. I scream out my release, positive neighboring rooms heard every sound he worked from me, yet not caring one bit.

Riley runs his fingers softly over my skin as the room comes back into focus. A contrast to before, as I blink up at him. Then he smiles down at me. His hair falls into his eyes, and I brush it away. The pressure of his knot linking us together and my inner muscles clenching him over and over again in the aftermath of pleasure is almost too much.

“That was…” I say, trailing off.

He nods, agreeing with my sentiment.

“Hot, that was fucking hot,” Matt says, breaking his silence. A surprised laugh pops from my lips, and I look over at him. “Seriously. I might have a kink because watching was a special kind of torture I’d participate in again. I understand Cam a little bit more now.”

“Sorry, Rinny is mine now,” Riley says. His tongue runs over the second mark he left on me as if to remind all of us that he claimed me in more than one way.

“Bullshit,” Matt says, leaning back on the bed, his jeans tight on his length.

“Tell him,” Riley urges me while nipping the sensitive flesh just above where he marked me. He pulses inside of me, and I moan instead, my head pressing back into the pillows beneath us. When I open my eyes, Riley is grinning down at me. He captures the ring in his lower lip, then says, “That will do.”

“I’ve got all night if you want to make it a competition,” Matt replies, both promise and humor mixing in his tone. I have a feeling I’m in for a wild ride.

CHAPTER 33

Erin

As I push into our dorm room. Riley and Matt follow close behind, their presence comforting and exhilarating all at once. Every step sends a delightful ache coursing through my muscles, a physical reminder of the incredible night we just shared.

I know from the quick look in the hotel mirror before we left that I’ll need make-up to cover up some of the marks Riley left on me. But I love them. A reminder of the fact at least he claimed me, and I’m positive Matt will, too.

Riley's hand brushes against mine, sending a shiver down my spine as he links his fingers with mine and pulls me toward the couch. I steal a glance at him, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and affection. Matt follows, his easygoing demeanor a soothing balm to my racing heart. When Riley settles on the sofa, I willingly snuggle into his lap. I’m not sure where Cam and Blake are, but at this exact moment, it doesn’t matter.

Matt sinks to the couch next to us. Then his fingers tilt my face toward him, his thumb brushing my lower lip before our lips touch. A soft sensual kiss, at odds with the way Riley’s fingers tighten on my hips, and he hardens beneath my ass.

My stomach tightens at the idea of even more sex. Yes. My mind screams while my body trembles. The ache between my legs is so good, yet so much I’m not sure what I want.

Still, I sink further onto Riley's lap, the warmth of his body enveloping me as I lean in to kiss Matt. Our lips dance in a fiery embrace, igniting a passion that sends sparks racing through my veins. Riley's hands roam my body, his touch sending delicious shivers down my spine, while Matt's lips trail along my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Lost in the intoxicating sensation of their touch, I barely notice the sound of the door opening. But when Cam and Blake circle the couch, I freeze, cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Cam's teasing voice cuts through the tension, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Blake chuckles beside him, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

I stammer, trying to find the words to explain, but the heat in my cheeks betrays me. Cam and Blake exchange amused glances before Cam speaks again. "Looks like someone got left out of the fun."

I swallow hard, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through me. Detangling myself from Matt and Riley's embrace, my heart still pounding in my chest, I find my feet and push a strand of hair behind my ear.

My cheeks burn even hotter, and I manage a sheepish smile before muttering, "I, uh, I think I'll go take a shower."

Without waiting for their response, I hurry toward the bathroom, the sound of their low chuckles following me like a playful echo. As I step into the shower, the rush of hot water soothes my flushed skin, but the memory of their teasing lingers, mingling with the steamy air around me. What have I gotten myself into?

It feels strange and a little like a dream over the next few days. Blake keeps buying me little trinkets, leaving them on the table for me. A soft comforter, silky pillowcases, and all the snacks I could possibly want. My favorite part of his gifts is the handwritten notes he leaves with them. Giving the reason for each item. It is sweet and hasn’t failed to make my heart beat wildly or bring a smile to my lips.

The latest gift is no different. The scrawled note says, ‘To keep you warm and dry on your way to class.’ It is a fall jacket in the perfect size—a color to match his eyes—and a bright umbrella. With the drizzling of cold rain outside, both will be needed today.

The door opens, revealing a wet-looking Cam, holding a couple of take-out containers. “Breakfast,” he says as he places them on the table next to the now-empty gift bag.

I smile, ducking my head to hide it. Cam and I feel different, but we haven’t even touched each other since everything happened last weekend. It doesn’t stop my stomach from flipping over or the butterflies from trying to beat themselves braindead inside my chest anytime he is close.

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