Page 87 of In Too Deep

“Having fun?” Oli snarls, his smirk making the words playful instead of threatening.

“Loads,” Eli replies. He’s completely unfazed as he sits back, gathering Spencer’s cum from his skin with his fingers, only to deposit it in his mouth.

Logan’s fingers pinch my nipples, making me shudder and lean harder against him. My hands twitch at my sides, desperate to slip between my thighs and rub my aching clit. It shouldn’t be this hot, watching them, but I can’t deny how close to an orgasm I am in just the few short minutes since we started. Oli’s hand flexes in Eli’s hair, and a low growl escapes his throat. Spencer has regained enough of his wits to slip to the side, going to the bathroom for a moment.

Oli’s gaze snaps up to me, his amber irises alight with carnal fire. “May we enter your nest,ma reine? I have to remind someone of the importance of following instructions.”

Logan purrs, his cock twitching hard enough for me to feel. I raise my eyes and find Logan staring down at me, pupils blown wide. He gives me a nod, allowing me to take the lead for the moment. Looking back to Oli, I nod before turning, taking one of Logan’s hands to pull him behind me as I climb into the softly lit interior of my nest. I shift to one side of the entrance, Logan following my lead for the moment, leaving plenty of space opposite me for Oli and Eli, who scramble through the entrance after Logan.

The older alpha pulls me back to sit in his lap as he leans against the wall, petting my hair and peppering my neck and shoulders with soft kisses as his hands wrap around my belly.

“You did such a good job, building a nest for your alphas, baby girl. Daddy’s so proud of you,” Logan mutters into my hair.

I smile and blush, squirming slightly in his embrace as the pleasant flutter in my belly returns. God, it should be illegal for these men to have this amount of power over me.

“I told you to tease Spencer, not suck him dry,” Oli snaps, words harsher than I’ve ever heard.

“You would have done the same if you were in my position,” Eli retorts defiantly.

Oli’s growl has my gaze whipping up, gasping softly to find the two of them kneeling, practically nose to nose, but Oli’s hand is wrapped tight around Eli’s throat. In a flash, Oli has Eli’s chest pushed down into the mattress, forcing his back to arch and leaving his ass in the air. The crack of Oli’s palm against the toned curve of Eli’s ass has me swallowing a whimper, knowing exactly how that feels.

“Help me get undressed, baby girl. I need to feel you,” Logan whispers in my ear.

I hesitate, not wanting to take my eyes off my alphas, but I promised to be good for Logan tonight. Turning slightly, my fingers shake as I start on the buttons of Logan’s shirt as he works on his belt and the button and zipper of his pants. Eli’s moans of pleasure-pain accompany us as we work together to remove the barriers between our skin until, at last, Logan is naked, his tattoos stark against his skin in the low light.

“I should put your cock in a cage for a month, and edge you every day, until you’re begging and sobbing for relief. That would teach you some fucking control,” Oli growls, not slowing his strikes in the slightest.

Logan chuckles as he spreads his legs, pulling me between them, the cold metal of his piercings making me shiver as they press against my back.

“Is he like this with you, baby? Stern and rough? Do you like it?” Logan mutters in my ear, his hands back on my breasts, this time with a rougher, more purposeful touch.

I shake my head, not sure what question I’m answering. Oli can be rough with me, but never like this. But now, I almost want to pull this side out of him, just to see if I could handle it.

Oli stops after two more exceptionally hard blows, his hand leaving Eli’s hair as he grabs both of Eli’s cheeks hard, making Eli buck. His silver-blue eyes find me, the blissed-out expression oh-so-familiar. He’s loving this, which only makes me wetter.

“You’re gonna take my cock, and Spencer’s cock, and fuck it — Tori can throw on a strap on and fuck you, too, if she wants, and you’re not going to come until you’re given permission. How do you like the sound of that?” Oli snaps, massaging Eli’s tomato-red ass with rough motions.

“Tori’s going to have her hands full tonight,” Logan calls over my shoulder, pinching my nipples and making me moan for emphasis.

“That’s fine. I’ve got plenty of toys to shove into this greedy fucking hole. And you’re gonna take as many as I want to use,” Oli says, not fazed in the slightest.

Eli nods eagerly and pushes his hips back toward Oli, letting out a needy whimper. Oli laughs and spanks Eli again before moving over to the hidden storage. I try to follow him with my eyes, but Logan nips at the side of my neck, bringing my focus back to him.

“I want you to keep my cock warm while Ace plays with his little fuck toy. Can you do that for me?” Logan asks.

I turn in his embrace, my eyebrows drawn down in confusion, but I nod all the same. I’m not sure what he means, but I’m eager to try it. Logan helps me move, shifting me to lie on my side with the back of my head resting against his lower stomach. He arranges a few pillows around me, helping me get comfortable, and I can’t help but reach out to brush my fingers along his pierced shaft. He shudders and chuckles, brushing my hair back and holding it loosely as he guides my mouth toward his tip.

“Go slow for me, and only take as much as you can keep in your mouth without choking,” he instructs gently.

I follow his lead, letting my throat relax as I slide down his length, stopping when I’ve taken two of his piercings past my lips. I start to pull back, but Logan’s palm against the side of my face stops me.

“Just hold it like that. Don’t move and watch,” Logan says, keeping his hand on the side of my head as he plays with my hair.

I swallow, drool already leaking from my lips as Oli returns with a handful of silicone toys, a large bottle of lube, and a pair of leather cuffs. He pulls Eli’s hands behind his back and secures them before looking up at me. As his amber gaze flicks from my face up to Logan’s, his eyes go wide.

“Didn’t take you as the type to have…hardware,” he comments, hesitating before the last word.

Logan chuckles, jostling me slightly around his cock. “An impulsive decision a handful of Mardi Gras ago. Though I don’t think Tori minds them, do you, baby girl?” Logan says, first to Oli and then to me, brushing his knuckles along my cheek where his tip bulges out.

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