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“Breathe, baby, it’s okay,” Mitch says.

“She needs something in her mouth,” Cole says. “Jake, are you back to normal? I want to fill her up nice and good.”

“Yes,” Jake says from beside me, and I watch as his hammer-dick self hops over to my mouth. “Do you want to open wide for me, princess?”

I nod and open my mouth. Just as Jake pops his shaft in, Cole thrusts forward, and I choke on Jake’s cock.

I can’t breathe and feel lightheaded before Jake pulls himself out and says, “Breathe, baby. See, you didn’t feel a thing other than being choked by me.”

Cole thrusts inside me, and I cry out. I feel too full. So full, and it’s so overwhelming with Mitch’s claws still teasing my clit.

Cole’s handle lengthens and I’m scared he’s going to puncture an organ. “You’re going to kill me,” I moan. I shouldn’t moan. I should be scared.

“You’re adjusting to me. It’s in your biology as our mate.”

I don’t really understand why they think I’m their mate, whatever that means, but I can’t deny that I’ve never felt this way before. Not only because I’m being fucked by hammers and men with hammer dicks, but because my heart and head feel like this is so right and not wrong at all. It’s not love, but it’s some form of messed up lust that I don’t ever want to stop.

“Please,” I beg.

“Please what, Josie? Tell me what you want,” he says.

“Fuck me with your hammer. Fuck me hard in my ass. Come inside me! Make a mess of me.”

“Whatever you say.”

He’s pounding me like I’m a nail that’s just not going in far enough. He’s big and yet I still can’t scratch the itch that I need. I want to come. Need to come. And I don’t know what to do.

“Fill my mouth, Jake,” I beg.

Jake jumps to attention and says, “Gladly.”

He pushes his hammer head into my mouth, and I suck on it.

I lick and suck on him; Cole thrusts into my ass, moving my body so Mitch doesn’t even have to do anything but lie back as I grind against his claws.

“I can’t handle it. I need friction.” I recognize Tim’s voice and glance over at the two other hammers that are on the bed, standing at full attention, watching.

“Touch me. Grip my handle. Take that fourth hammer, Josie. Please.”

CHAPTER 7

TIM

I wasthe one that felt her essence as we made our way through the galaxy, searching for someone we didn’t know existed. Since we landed here and started watching Josie, we haven’t even been tempting each other with sex. As a hammer that needs to nail something—or be nailed—as much as possible, it’s been hard.

I jump toward Josie, whose eyes widen, but I stop short and nudge her hand. She looks at me, then her hand, and runs a finger down my shaft. I shiver, and her eyes widen.

“Bet you haven’t seen a hammer shiver before.”

She can’t talk with her mouth full of Jake’s handle, and Cole is rutting into her ass. She’s got so much going on that she probably forgot all about the last two hammers that need help—Adrian, who finally found the pussy he’s been aching for, for years, and me, desperate for the touch that will bring my body to life.

She takes her hand and grabs hold of my shaft, and I know that I did the right thing. Taking her ass, her pussy, or her mouth would have ended it all at once. Being gripped by this hand is everything.

JOSIE

Tim’s handle is soft and smooth like it’s wood that’s been smoothly sanded down. I want to rub my hand over it. There are grooves in it, too, that make my pussy and ass clench. Cole mutters a curse and moves faster inside me while I use my free hand to rub up and down Tim’s shaft—first slowly, making him grunt, before rubbing the top of his hammer head. I even go and tease his claws, which he groans for.

I move my hand up and down his shaft as I try to stay tuned in to every sensation I’m feeling. My pussy is aching for more, for something to thrust deep inside it. My hand feels like it’s going to go raw from dragging it up and down Tim so fast while gripping him hard. And I’m drooling as I run my tongue over Jake’s mallet.

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