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The sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room along with a symphony of moans as we each chase our releases.

Bishop crawls closer to Camilla as he fucks his hand, all rhythm going out the window as he gets closer to his orgasm.

“Fuck, love. You’re going to look so fucking pretty covered in our cum.”

Camilla moans, her pussy clenching around me and dragging a growl from my throat as I bite down on her shoulder and tighten my hold on her neck. I need her to come right the fuck now because I’m reaching the point of no return.

“Beg for it, Little Lamb. Ask them nicely to paint your skin with their cum.”

She gasps as I shift my hips slightly, allowing my cock to push deeper. “Please,” she whines. “Please come all over me. Please cover me with your cum.” Her panted words are almost inaudible among the slapping of my hips against her ass, but Bishop doesn’t hesitate to give her exactly what she wants.

Thick ropes of cum shoot out across her belly and the tops of her thighs, and I lean over her shoulder to get a good look at how stunning she looks.

Bishop reaches for the headboard behind him for support before wiping the remnants of his release over Camilla’s perfect tits. Once he’s happy, he shifts out of the way, and Kaos takes his place.

His dark eyes are locked on the mess covering Camilla’s body, and I can’t help but chuckle at how depraved we’ve made my perfect little lamb. Before she stepped foot in this building, she’d never been touched by a man.

And now look at her.

“You almost there, Princess?”

Camilla nods against my shoulder as her breathing picks up. “So close.”

I tighten my grip on her throat until she can’t drag in a breath before pressing my lips to the shell of her ear. “You’re not breathing until you come, Little Lamb.”

Kaos chuckles at the same time she clenches around me. She really fucking likes the idea of that, and it’s only a few seconds before she contracts around me. Her entire body trembles in my arms, and I hold her steady as my own release rockets toward me.

“Fuck,” Kaos grunts a moment before he comes all over her stomach and tits, emptying himself all over her as she comes down from her orgasm.

And then it’s my turn.

I fuck Camilla so hard that I know she’ll be covered in bruises, but I relish the idea of that. I want her covered in my marks for the rest of our fucking lives.

My orgasm crashes over me so hard I almost stop breathing at the intensity, but my thrusts never falter as I fuck my cum deep inside her.

As we all come down from our orgasms, the room is silent aside from our labored breathing, and my nightmare feels like a distant memory. Apparently all I needed was to release some pent-up energy with my little lamb.

“Come on, Princess. Put some clothes on, and we’ll get Rogers to have a look at your neck.” Kaos helps her dislodge herself from my cock, and our shared releases gush down the inside of her thigh, making her pause.

“Just let me clean up, and we’ll head down,” she murmurs as the most delightful shade of pink covers her cheeks.

“No,” Bishop says. “You’ll be going covered in our cum.”

CHAPTER SIXTY

BISHOP

Dragging my ass away from Camilla while Kaos and Kovu take her down to Rogers is one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in a while.

I think it’ll be a while before I’m comfortable with having her out of my sight after everything that’s happened recently.

After tugging on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, I make the trip to the other side of the building to Crew’s office.

The door is closed, but I don’t hesitate to walk right in, earning me one of his signature glares. When did he become so grumpy? Was he always like this?

“I’d remind you to knock, but I think we both know at this point it’s a lost cause,” he grumbles, dropping his gaze back to his computer screen with a frown.

“Did you sleep at all?”

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