Page 106 of Honey Bee Hearts

“All of you,” I croak.

“That’s right,” Colt growls. “Every part of you.”

Trent starts to press inside, stretching me, and I groan in pain and arousal. He’s the largest of the men, so it was probably a bad idea to say his name. But I’d wanted him to claim me like this, to take me just as I’d taken him.

“Fuck,” Trent moans. “You’re so tight.”

But he eases inside thanks to their releases, sliding in as if I’m perfectly ready. I stretch around him, gasping, my pussy spasming as he fills me.

“Fuck her hard,” Colt orders.

Trent follows his instructions, starting to pound inside me, making me scream in pleasure.

“That’s our girl,” Gunnar praises, reaching down to slide his fingers inside me, making me jerk against the bed.

Trent reaches down and jerks me up, forcing my head to the side to meet his eyes.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he begs. “Tell me how you want to feel.”

“Fill me,” I moan. “Mark me. Fuck me until I see stars.”

He grabs a fistful of my hair and wrenches my head back for a brutal kiss. It’s hard, angry. Tears spring to my eyes when it starts to feel like good-bye. He jerks back and shoves my face down into the bed before he starts to pound me harder, fucking me so hard, my ass shakes with every thrust. Gunnar continues to finger me at the same time. Rhett watches with hooded eyes, so turned on, he’s clearly ready to go again. His cock is in his hand as he strokes himself to the sight of Trent fucking me. Colt does the same, his cock in his hand, his eyes on mine. He grins when our eyes meet.

“No one will ever fuck you like this again,” he says. “You will never feel so full.”

Trent starts to pant, his rhythm jumping as he starts to spill inside me. I come undone at the feeling of it, at the feeling of him taking me over the edge. When he slowly pulls out of me, I throb, my body shaking as I collapse to the bed.

Colt laughs. “What are you doin’, Annie Oakley?” he teases. “You aren’t done yet.”

He comes around behind me and takes Trent’s place, pressing inside my ass, driving me insane as Rhett slides under me and fills my pussy again. After a few minutes, Gunnar is ready again and pressing inside my mouth. As I cry out, screaming around them, letting them consume me until I’m tooweak to hold myself up, I give them my all. When I can’t move, they move for me, holding me up, sandwiching me in between them as they take turns filling me more and more, painting me until I’m a mess of their claim, until there isn’t an inch of my skin not covered.

“You belong to us,” Colt growls in my ear as I start to grow too tired to keep my eyes open. “When you leave, you’ll wear the Circle Bee brand on your heart, Annie Oakley. I don’t care if you find someone else. They’ll never have you completely. A part of you will always be here, with us, in this moment.” He kisses me hard, sucking the last of my energy from me as I shatter again. I don’t even know whose cock is inside me. I don’t even know how many times I’ve finished.

“Say it,” Colt demands before I black out completely. “Say it!”

“I belong to y’all,” I rasp, collapsing as I’m painted again with a release. “Forever.”

“That’s our girl,” he purrs, wrapping around me. I’m enveloped in too many arms, too many legs, as exhaustion claims me. “You’ll never escape us, even when you leave.” He presses a kiss against my shoulder. “Even when you leave us behind.”

I fall asleep and hear no more.

Chapter 57

Fable

Isleep until noon, but I only realize that because Trent is waiting for me when I wake. He sits in a chair he dragged over to the edge of the bed, making it look far smaller than it is as he sits with his elbows braced on his knees, his eyes on me.

“How long have you been watching me?” I rasp, my voice raw.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “Hours.”

“Where are the others?”

“Working,” he answers, his eyes tracing over my face as I stretch and wince. My body is sore, incredibly so, but I also feel the best I’ve ever felt in a while. When I reach for my prosthetic, Trent stops me. He comes over and kneels before me as he gently pulls on my socks and then eases the prosthetic on. He moves carefully, sweetly, until it’s on.

“You didn’t have to work?” I whisper, looking down at where he kneels before me.

He meets my eyes, his large hand clamping on my knee and squeezing gently. He shakes his head.

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