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“This isn’t right,” I say.

“It’s okay. It’s okay if you want it,” Eric replies, looking deep into my eyes. “It’s written all over you, Halle. And we’ve given you no reason to distrust us. We’re opening ourselves up to you here. Nobody else knows.”

“It’s our secret,” Wyatt adds, trailing kisses down the side of my neck.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I mutter, my eyes about to roll up into my head from the abundance of raw pleasure. Their hands roam up and down my body, unbuttoning my shirt, unzipping my jeans.

“That doesn’t matter,” Eric replies. “The question is, do you want to do it now?”

Just then, Chase peels my shirt off one breast and goes in for a kiss. He captures my soft flesh between his teeth and I moan, pushing my chest forward to give him more. He licks my nipple through the delicate lace fabric of my bra, and I become instantly wet.

“Yes. Oh, yes,” I exhale sharply.

And this is where the world as I knew it ends and a new one begins.

11

Halle

Time slows down.

I’m speechless, caught between three men with rippling muscles and massive frames, former Navy SEALs and current firefighters, heroes, adventurers, strong knights with ironclad values—all wanting me. They desire me. They desire me so much, in fact, that they’re more than happy to share me.

It’s what I want. As crazy as it may sound, I am eager to reciprocate.

They make me feel safe. They make me forget who I am and where I came from, and I need that disconnection so badly that I welcome them with arms wide open.

“There are rules,” Eric says as my shirt falls off my shoulders.

Chase gets behind me, busy unclasping my bra. Wyatt is on his knees, rolling my jeans down, while Eric starts taking his clothes off. He stands before me, gloriously naked, his chiseled torso covered in splendid black tattoos. I could study him for hours, losing myself in the stories that his body tells.

“Rules?” I ask.

“We’re in command,” Chase grunts and makes my bra disappear. My breasts are loose and his to fondle.

I tilt my head back and rest it on his shoulder as he kneads my flesh, fingers squeezing, pinching my nipples until they’re as hard and perky as glass cutters. “Oh, yes,” I moan, heat coursing through my veins.

“It’s yes, sir,” Wyatt says, gently helping me out of my jeans. I take a moment to glance down at him while he pulls my panties off. They’re soaking wet. The mere sight of my naked body has him smiling like the Cheshire Cat. “You only get the best of us if you accept our commands.”

“And if I don’t?” I reply, feeling my own mischievous smile starting to form.

Eric kisses me again, deeper and hungrier this time, while Chase bites into my shoulder and Wyatt cups my slick pussy in his hand. “We won’t let you come,” Wyatt says, fingers already slipping through and teasing me into a sizzling frenzy.

“Oh, don’t stop!” I cry out, already dangerously close to one hell of a climax.

“What’s that?” Chase asks, suddenly taking his hands off me.

“Yes, sir!” I yelp, feeling every bit of my nakedness for a brief second.

Eric smiles delightedly. “You’re a fast learner. Now, open up,” he says, clasping my chin between his thumb and index finger. I welcome him and his playful tongue.

I revel in the taste of him. Heavy breaths. Grunts of animalistic arousal. The kind of thirst that cannot be quelled unless they claim me. Fully. Body and soul. I can’t accept anything less and they’re ready to deliver.

Eric’s cock is swollen and rock hard as I wrap my hands around it. The girth is spectacular, and I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of a single droplet of precum lingering on the tip.

“Not yet, darling,” he says, as if reading my mind.

Not yet because Wyatt is still on his knees and going down on me. His fingers stretching and probing while his tongue works my clit with expertly applied pressure. He licks me like I’m nothing short of his favorite lollipop, and all I can do is hold on to Eric, stroking his magnificent erection while he kisses me.

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