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I stare at the thick crimson liquid on my hand before smearing it across my pec above my heart. It’s a blood oath, evenif Ivy has no idea that I’m swearing right here and now that she is ours.

Mine.

Pax and Gabriel understand. They mirror my actions, vowing the same without having to so much as speak a word about it.

The cameras capture the moment for posterity.

As soon as I’m able, I’ll have the proof of our possession inked on me permanently.

My favorite tattoo by far. And I have a hell of a lot of others.

Nothing will top the reminder that Ivy was always meant for us.

This precious gift she’s given us is the best Christmas present I’ve ever received.

Now we just have to earn her affection.

Bringing her more pleasure than she realizes is possible seems like a good way to start.

CHAPTER 9

Ivy

Pain fades as I watch my three lovers decorate themselves with my virgin blood.

They understand it means something that I chose them.

“Get that vibrator back on her clit,” Gabriel barks.

Cole is gone only long enough to retrieve it and toss it to Pax, who snags it out of the air and switches it on in a flash.

He wields it as expertly as a chef—or a psycho—with a knife, varying the angle and speed to erase all traces of pain and replace them with ecstasy.

As he revs me up again, Gabriel stretches me open with twitches of his hips that embed him deeper and deeper in my unused pussy.

“Look how you take my dick, baby girl.” If I had half a functioning brain cell, I might realize he’s stopped referring to me as his pretty little elf and gone ever more affectionate and genuine.

The game has fallen away.

I’d bet all the money they deposited in my account that this is no act.

His cock spearing into me over and over with long, slow glides isn’t part of some role.

He rides me until I’m squirming beneath him, climbing toward a peak even higher than the first one he lifted me to. And when another climax rips through me, he retreats.

I claw at him, but he dodges. “Not yet, baby girl.”

“If he won’t unload in you, I will.” Cole takes his place between my thighs. “But you’re going to come around me when I do.”

I whimper, unsure whether that’s possible.

Until he begins to fuck, his pace and determination a step up from Gabriel’s patient plowing.

The screen is a blur, comments moving too fast to see anything other than a streak of praise and disbelief.

Which is fine because my mind blurs too. Full white-out conditions.

My body, on the other hand.

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