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“My pretty, pretty, Princess,” Striker says, the corner of his full lips lifting, making me want to sink my teeth into his smile. “You’re such a good girl, taking our cocks so well.” He looks at Viper. “Be my good boy and fuck my cum deep into her.”

“Fuck.” Viper’s harsh grunt echoes in the nearly silent room and he drives in even harder. "Come on,mo leannan, come for me sweet girl, I'm not going to last."

A whimper escapes me when Striker reaches over to touch my cheek. My eyes lock on Cora, but she’s lost, drowning in pleasure. I want to reach for her, cling to her, and give myself and her something to hold on to as these men chisel us down to fragments only they can put back together.

And that’s what it feels like. Like I’m just pieces. Shards of who I used to be, all that’s left of who I was, just broken up shadows. Long slanting lines of dusty grey. There’s darkness in me, parts of me that woke up that night in the woods, then sparked alive again when Striker took his belt to me in his room. But there are light spaces, too. My love for Cora, my need for them. The need to protect her, and this new blooming craving to protect them too.

Pressure builds low in my belly. Viper’s slamming into me so hard, I feel him deep enough to hurt, but when he angles himself just slightly downward, his dick sliding against that perfect spot, thumb driving in further, it’s like the gates are kicked open, and I’m screaming through my release, pleasure cutting the world away brutally, until it’s just blackness.

“You’re fucking perfect, mo leannan. Your pussy is squeezing me so tight.” Viper’s choked groan as he leans over my back, brings me back into focus. Not knowing or caring whatmo leannanmeans,but it sounds like a sliver of sweetness,so I drink it up, tilting my hips responding to the way it slips past his lips like a praise. Like I’m something to be cherished. Worshipped.

Heat floods my pussy as his movements slow. Teeth bite into the skin on my back, then he rests his forehead to my spine, thumb slipping out. Then his fingers dig into my hips with a gentle squeeze before he pulls out.

I sag into Reaper’s lap but then he says, “Breaker, come claim our girl.”

Chapter 47

Delilah

My mind and mybody feel separated. Like I’m floating between two different realities. One where I’m Delilah Gavin, cold, controlled, and controlling. The other I’m his Princess. His Sweetheart. Reaper’s Kitten. Breaker’s…

“Come here, Tiny Thing,” he says, his large hands sliding over me. “Let me feel you.”

I press my cheek to Reaper’s thigh as Breaker kneels behind me, feeling his dick slip over my opening, making me tense. I’m already a little sore after just the two of them and as I settle back down from my high, I wonder how I’m going to take him.

Neither Viper nor Striker were gentle with me. As he pushes in, I whimper, the pleasure and stretching sting making me want to tilt my hips higher and pull away at the same time. Under my cheek, I feel Reaper’s hard length, the promise of him next, as I try to focus on the sensations of Breaker pushing into me.

Reaper’s fingers weave gently into my hair, and I want to weep at the soft touch. “Relax Kitten, I know you can take him.”

“Give her a minute, she’s never had so many at once,” Striker says and I feel his—god I know they are his hands now—slip under my stomach and he lifts me until I can rest my hands on Reaper’s thighs. His thumb skates over my lips and I melt. “You’re so beautiful with Viper’s cum dripping from your pussy. Let me see how Breaker fills you.”

Reaper’s grip turns hard in my hair, yanking my head back. “I know you love the feel of our cocks stretching you, pretty Kitten. Tell me how much you want it.”

I nod as much as I can with his hand gripping me so tightly, wanting to please them, needing to please them. Next to me I hear Cora scream out another release and I blink my eyes open to catch Viper between her legs, thrusting two fingers into her, his mask pulled up just enough so he can suck her clit. Reaper and Striker release me and Breaker’s warm breath fans over my back.

“Tell me, Tiny Thing. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” is all I manage as Breaker nudges at my entrance again, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and drawing me up so my back’s pressed to his front, the warmth of his chest securing me to him. “I want you inside me.”

“That’s my girl,” he breathes into my ear. “You ready to be my sweet little whore?”

Nodding, I slowly breathe out, my mind centering, but my body still existing in the space that belongs to them as he slips in gently.

“Oh fuck,” I hiss. The feeling of being so full makes my pussy throb and I hear him groan in my ear.

His masked mouth pressed to the skin of my ear. “Are you okay?” When I nod, lashes fluttering closed, he whispers, “I’m going to give you a little more, Tiny Thing, you ready?”

“Yes,” I breathe, already trying to move my hips to create some friction. He’s so big, I’m stretched open so much, it feels like the only way to deal with the sting is to ride it out and move.

“She’s already close,” Breaker says, using his free hand to angle my head back so he can capture my mouth. I groan, grateful he’s pulled his mask up so I can have his mouth, his familiar taste that makes my belly dip, my chest expand. “She won’t last long.”

My pussy clenches down on him when he moves again, and he grates out a raspy moan.

“Fuck.She’s squeezing me so tight,I’mnot going to fucking last,” Breaker breathes out, sliding his other hand down from my jaw to between my breasts. With one arm over my shoulders and his other snaked up my middle, I’m caged in, tucked against his warm chest as he slips in and out with slow, delicious strokes. At this angle, he can’t go too deep and it doesn’t feel so overwhelming, but then he bends us over, his palms sliding over my shoulders then down my spine until I’m back on my hands and knees, my head back in Reaper’s lap, and I whimper at the way he drives in deeper. “Hold on, Tiny Girl”

Then he pounds into me. Cora screams out another release, but it breaks on a sob, and it feels like it’s coming out of me. I bite my lip, trying to hold back, trying to hold it in.

“Oh fuck. Let it out,” Breaker rasps. “Don’t hold it in. Scream for me.”

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