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They share a look over my head before they’re both jumping into action. Cooper’s hands slide over my lower back and my ass and I whine, my skin lighting up with pleasure.

“Please,” I beg, looking over my shoulder at Cooper. “Please. Get inside me. I need you, Cooper.”

“Are you ready for me? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Do it now, Cooper. I’m so wet and ready.Please!” My voice cuts off into a long, low groan as Cooper does exactly as I asked him. His cock breaches my hole and my entire bodyshakesin pleasure at getting exactly what I wanted. Exactly what I needed.

“Shit,” Martin murmurs from above me and I meet his eyes which are glazed with lust and trained on my ass where Cooper is slowly sinking into me. “That’s so hot.”

“So are you,” I murmur through clenched teeth. “Now give me your cock. I want you both in me.Now.”

“Bossy siren,” Cooper says with a chuckle, laying his front against my back as his entire cock fits into my ass. He holds still, letting me get used to the feeling of being stretched around him. Fuck, I feel so good. I know nothing but bliss at this moment and I can’t help but wonder why was I restless before?

“Just know what I want,” I snark back, wrapping my hand around Martin’s erection once he finally pulls it free from his pants. I stroke him slowly, loving how the hardness feels against my palm. I love the way it feels against my tongue as well.

Martin moans as I take him into my mouth. I close my eyes, enjoying the weight of him against my tongue, savoring his taste. Gods, this is so fucking good and we’ve just barely gotten started.

Cooper finally begins to move, pulling his hips back until just barely the head of his cock is inside me before pushing back in just as slowly. It’s torture. I would rather have fast and hard, to rush towards my orgasm, but he forces me to prolong it and enjoy this. He fucks me slow until my toes are curled and I’m making little whimpering noises around Martin’s cock.

“That feels so good,” Martin whispers, his thumb touching my cheek, running softly over my scales. “So perfect for us, Dorian.”

I close my eyes against the emotion threatening to be my undoing. He holds my jaw as he slowly begins fucking my mouth, matching Cooper’s pace. All I can do is hold onto the lip of the tub and let them use me. It’s overwhelming. It’s not enough. It’s perfect.

“I’m gonna come,” Cooper warns. “I’m gonna fill you up. I’m gonna give you just what you need.”

I whine around Martin’s cock, ignoring the way my jaw is aching and the way drool drips down the side of my lips. I close my eyes and enjoy what my mates are doing to me, enjoy the way they’re taking care of me just as much as I’m taking care of their pleasure.

I can feel the moment Cooper comes, filling my ass with his seed. My stomach flutters, feeling completely and utterly owned, feeling claimed from the inside.

“You’re so perfect,” Martin says again, gently pulling his cock free from my mouth. I whine, unable to even form words. I want him back inside me! Where is he going?

Before I can form words to explain what I want, Martin is leaning into the tub andmanhandlingme exactly how he wants me. My shins protest slightly as he sets me down on the side of the tub, kneeling on the lip of the bath. He spreads my legs so my ass is hanging off the edge, completely exposed for his bidding. He holds my hips, relieving some of the pressure from my shins. Cooper kneels in front of me still in the tub, helping to hold me up as well.

Cooper presses open mouth kisses against my chest, licking across my scales, nipping at my nipples. Martin pushes inside of me, the way made easy by my slick and Cooper’s cum.

“Oh gods,” I grit out as Martin begins to fuck me. He doesn’t feel anything like Cooper. Cooper drew things out, keeping me on the edge until my mind was blank with anything other than pleasure and wanting to come. Martin fucks me in long, hard strokes. He hits my prostate over and over and over until I’m crying out and chasing my orgasm.

“That’s it,” Cooper murmurs, taking my lips into a kiss. His tongue invades my mouth and I can do nothing but let him explore my mouth. “Are you gonna come, baby?”

I whine as I nod my head. Cooper’s hand wraps around my cock, stroking me in time with Martin’s thrust and before I can even prepare myself, I’m coming across his fist. Moments later, as my ass clenches down around Martin’s cock, he’s coming as well. His cum is mixing with Cooper’s inside of me.

My body throbs over and over and over again as I come until all of the tension and fight leave me all at once. I fall into Cooper’s arms but he’s right there to catch me. Two sets of hands gently bring me back into the water. I close my eyes, a shuddering sigh leaving my lips.

“You’re amazing,” Cooper whispers against my sweaty hair. I drift off to sleep in the tub, completely satisfied, my heat sated for the time being. My mates have cared for me better than I could even imagine. I’m safe here for the first time since my sister passed away.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

MARTIN

I runmy fingers through Dorian’s hair and over the back of his neck as he sits between my feet by the fire. His hair is so long and silky. I begin to twist the pieces together into a tiny braid before tugging it free, using my fingers as a comb until it’s all straight again.

We’re sitting at a secluded beach, the whole group wanting to be here to support Dorian. It’s been a few weeks since we’ve gotten Dee’s remains back and helped Dorian through his heat. We haven’t talked about the elephant in the room. When someone goes through a heat, there’s a really high chance of pregnancy, but Cooper and I haven’t brought it up. Everyone with enhanced smelling has been giving usthe lookbut they won’t admit it one way or the other, wanting Dorian to be the one to officially tell us.

I think he wants to wait until after today to tell us. Today being the day we’re laying Dee to rest. Dorian clutches her ashes in his lap, running his fingers over the side of her urn.

“Tell me one more time,” Dorian says, looking up at Ronny from across the fire.

Ronny nods, holding JJ on his lap. The little cat shifter is tucked against his chest with a blanket wrapped around him, fast asleep. “You’re safe,” Ronny says with a soft smile. “Stewart is behind bars at a special facility made to keep supernatural beings. The remains he was keeping have been given to their proper families. He can’t hurt you oranyoneever again.”

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