Page 55 of Their Dark Rose

They push and pull. Stroke and spank.

Falk senses it when my pussy starts being sore, lifting himself on his elbows to suck my nipple into his mouth. Finn lubes me over and over with his spit, rubbing my clit for my pleasure.

Mason owns me. Simple as that. He doesn’t slow his thrusts. Doesn’t fuck my mouth more subtly. His crossed piercing grazes my tongue and throat, adding to the intensity. He uses his strength to show me I’m cared for.

The pain transforms with each passing minute. Becoming sweeter. Erotic. Insanely good.

“She’s going to come again,” Falk grinds out. “I feel it. And I’m fucking close too.”

“Jesus, I thought you’d never say that.” Finn pounds harder.

Mason’s quiet. I gaze up at him, watching the hard lines of his jaw. He’s almost there with us.

I blink once, releasing a tear.

“Fuck, flower.” His loss of control is also mine.

The final and most powerful orgasm ripples through me. My thighs clench, my biceps shaking with the effort to stay upright.

Mason holds my head up for him to come inside my mouth. He shoots his hot seed into me while Falk and Finn finish inside each of my holes.

Finn pulls out first, kissing my ass and around my rim, pushing his cum back inside. Mason eases out of me after he made sure I sucked every drop, his eyes boring holes into me. I wouldn’t say they’re compassionate.

They’re reverent. Admiring me like a vicious lion must treat his favorite lioness.

Watching them and feeling Falk beneath me has my arms giving up on me. I nearly collapse into Falk’s face before he catches me beneath my armpits.

“I have you, princess.” He lowers me to him, sliding his hands to my sweaty cheeks.

His green gaze doesn’t soften for me. My heart does it for the both of us, opening and stretching to let him in.

He’s bad. But he’s my bad boy now. Just like I always wanted him to be.

I press my lips shut, not wanting him to taste what’s left of Mason’s cum. Even though I swallowed, I still taste of him. A lot of him.

“Fucking kiss me already.” Falk pierces through my thoughts. He’s stern, his brows furling.

With Mason’s hand stroking my hair and Finn’s tongue lapping around my asshole, I close the distance to Falk’s lips. Mason pulls me to his mouth next. Finn prowls toward us, stealing me from Mason by my hair and letting me play with his lip ring.

“You were a dirty little virgin.” He smirks, his eyes glinting. “We’re going to have so much fun being kinky together.”

My fear is long gone. I’m different. Changed. A butterfly who broke out of its cocoon.

“Now?” I grin back.

Mason’s surprised laugh curves my lips up.

“We said we thought this through.” Falk moves to sit. With toned arms and a gentle touch that has me humming, he picks me off the floor and over his shoulder. “So no, we have no intention of tearing you in half, Briar.”

Mason and Finn follow us to the bathroom. The same as before. Except now, everything’s changed.

I hope it will never be the same.

“Tomorrow, then?”

“Christ,” he groans, though this isn’t his usual exasperated sigh. He’s almost laughing. “Shower and off to bed. That’s what I can promise you for now.”

“We’ll talk in the morning.” Mason opens the hot water as Falk puts me down.

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