Page 51 of Their Dark Rose

When he lowers his mouth to mine, I shiver.

I don’t hesitate, despite not having been kissed before Mason and Falk. Despite being groped and mauled by these three brothers. Despite the strange, arousing pressure of having a thumb up my ass to the first knuckle.

I meet him halfway, going for Finn’s lower lip, sucking his ring into my mouth. His satisfied moan tells me I’m doing it right. I’m pleasing him.

Same as I did to Falk’s nipple, I poke my tongue out, licking the metal. He growls again, lashing his tongue out to meet mine, to take me.

“Enough.” It’s Falk’s turn to pull on my hair. His jaw tics. He’s back to the cruel sadist I know, causing me to grimace. “Time for your gift, Briar.”

Suddenly, the invasion of my asshole stops. Both of the men at my sides stand. Mason surrounds me, joining them at Falk’s side.

Blue, hazel, and green eyes twinkle as they observe me like I’m their late-night dinner.

“I have a feeling I don’t want this gift.”

Mason crosses his arms on his muscular chest. “For your birthday…”

“We’re giving you the freedom to choose.” Falk’s gravelly voice has me whimpering.

And dripping wet.

“Choose what?” I turn to Finn, who strokes his cock.

“Haven’t you figured out what we’re doing here, yet?” Finn drawls. “You have to choose which one of us goes where when we’re taking you together. That’s your present.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

“All of you together?” My jaw slacks, my hands taking me back. Away from them.

“Yes.” Mason rests his hand on top of mine.

The gesture steels me in place, overriding my impulse to escape this madness.

“No.”

Falk bends down, intense as he puts his face near mine. “Your words are meaningless when the rest of you begs us to do it.”

“It’s really not like we’re giving you a choice, either. We’re having you. Together,” Finn says. “If you don’t tell us which one goes where, we’ll choose ourselves. And this sadistic fuck here,”—he jerks his thumb in Mason’s direction—“he’ll have his pierced cock up your ass.”

I gulp, hating how my nipples tingle from the idea.

“He can’t have your pussy, remember?” Falk cocks an eyebrow. “He kissed you first. So, it’s either your ass or your—“

“My mouth, take my mouth again,” I blurt out. “Please don’t go in my ass, Mason.”

“You’re saying that now, but you just wait.” His promise is laced with decadence. “It won’t be long before you want my pierced cock in each and every one of your holes.”

“Go on.” Finn takes one of my long, golden strands in his hand, twirling it around the head of his cock. “Who’s next?”

When I speak next, I’m letting go of the fear. As challenging as it is. As worried as I am about being split open in places my hands have never been.

“Falk in my…” Saying the word feels wrong. So wrong.

“Out with it.” There’s an urgency to him. “Where do you want me?”

“Not in my ass,” is the most I’m capable of.

“Is that because you’re scared of me or because you want me in your pussy?” For the first time in my eighteen years of knowing him, I spy hesitancy in Falk.

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