Page 100 of Beloved Sacrifice

Weston tore his mouth away, pressing his cheek to hers. “I’m going to come.”

“Good. Good,” Marek panted.

Rose couldn’t speak. She was hovering there, on the edge of something gloriously new yet achingly familiar.

Another thrust into her ass, faster than the others had been. There was no rhythm now. There was only pleasure and need and the fullness that made her clench her teeth and rake Weston’s arms with her nails.

She needed something, something.

Marek jackhammered into her, then stilled and groaned. Below her, Weston bit her shoulder and let out a groan of his own.

Wait, wait, I want to come with you.

“Ours,” Marek declared. “You’re ours.”

Weston turned his head, nipping her earlobe, and said, “Ours. Come for us.”

This time, the command didn’t scare her or drag her into the past. She came, throwing her head back so hard that it smacked into Marek’s chest. She screamed between clenched teeth as the orgasm went on and on.

Finally, the pleasure released her and she fell limply on top of Weston.

He hugged her. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

Marek slid out of her ass and lay beside them. “What happened?”

“I’m a fucking ass,” Weston replied.

“Language.”

Rose buried her face against Weston.

“Seriously?” Wes hissed. “Focus on what’s important. I ordered her to come.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t mean to.” Weston squeezed her. “I’m so sorry, Brown Eyes.”

“We can work on making sure—”

“How about you both shut up and stop ruining the moment?” Rose kept her eyes closed as she spoke. “I’m not sure I would have been able to come without the command. I don’t want to think about it too much. That was perfect. So, you two can shut up.”

There was a beat of silence, and then Weston started to laugh. His semi-erect cock was still buried in her pussy, but slipped out when he rolled her to lie between himself and Marek.

Marek looked down at her with dark eyes. “So I shouldn’t ask you if I hurt you?”

“If you want to be helpful, you can find a towel and a blanket,” she said. “But I’m just as happy if you stay right here. With me. With us.”

Marek did slide off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom, returning with warm, wet washcloths. He cleaned her ass with one, pussy with another, and then he cleaned Weston’s cock, tugging gently with washcloth-covered fingers. Rose watched Marek take care of Weston and something in her chest twisted.

Marek disposed of the washcloths, then returned with a blanket. He lay beside her, and Rose turned to him. He lifted one arm and she slid into place, cheek against his shoulder. Weston curled against her back, his arm sliding over her, his hand laying on Marek’s stomach below the blanket.

Rose was safe, warm, and loved. That last one might have been a figment of her imagination, but she was going to hold on to the feeling.

She closed her eyes and fell into a light sleep.

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