Page 96 of Ravage

"It's okay," Grey's voice soothes. "We're not going to let them hurt you again."

I spin around, letting him see the frustrated tears that have built up in my eyes. "How can you be sure? Because if it's not me, it's you. They will come after you next. Or Theo, or Damon. Or someone else we love."

He grabs my face in his hands, leaning down close. "Breathe," he says softly. "I know this is a lot."

"I don'twantto breathe!" I yell. "I want this to stop!"

In my mind, I see the water flooding out. And just like Dr. Smith predicted, I can't seem to stop it.

Suddenly, I feel trapped, like I'm suffocating. I gently shove Grey's chest, taking two steps back as I start throwing more things, smashing them into the wall. I can't seem to stop but I'm grabbed again, someone's warm back pressed up against me.

"Aves," Theo says from behind. "Focus on us."

I struggle, trying to get out of his grasp weakly, but he holds tight. Damon steps in front of me, green eyes scanning my face. He looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn't. Instead, his hand shoots out, wrapping around my throat.

The unexpected squeeze takes me by surprise. I freeze, snapping out of my thoughts to look at him properly.

When he realizes I'm back in the present, he nods at me. "There you are," he says, stroking my jaw with his thumb.

My chest heaves with shaky breaths, but I'm distracted by him. He steps closer, using his hand to tilt my neck back. Soft lips find mine, and it's like a switch on a radio. The chatter turns off, my body relaxing in between him and Theo as I kiss him back.

Damon pulls back, checking my face one more time before dropping to his knees. My lips part in shock as my legs threaten to buckle. It's one thing to be on his knees for me in the kitchen, but to do so in front of others—to show his surrender, his vulnerability at revealing his feelings—that meanssomething.

He rips my skirt and underwear down my legs in one clean swoop. Dragging a finger along my slit, he looks up at me, voice firm.

"This belongs to us. And with that, it means we will protect you."

I let out a gasp when he slides a finger into my body, my head falling back onto Theo's chest. I feel Theo's arms tighten around me, holding me up as Damon pumps his finger in and out of my pussy.

"We protect what's ours," Damon murmurs, curling his finger. "Don't we, Grey?"

"That's right," Grey answers, stepping to my side. He grabs my face, turning my head to look at him, so that his lips can press into mine.

The three of them touch me at the same time, silently promising to keep me safe. Having all of their hands on me is blinding, my mind going blank as my heart races.

Theo pulls my shirt off, tossing it aside, followed by my bra. The cold air of the morgue sweeps over my body, but I can't feel it as six hands explore my body in unison.

Another finger slides into my warmth while a hand squeezes my breast. A set of lips press to my neck while Grey smashes his mouth to mine harder, swallowing my moans.

I'm not sure where I start and they begin, and my hands fumble as I try to touch them all. Through my hazy vision, I watch as they pull off their clothes, dumping them into a pile onto the floor.

My body flushes with need as I feel their cocks brushing against me, already hard. I grab Grey's first, wrapping my fist around his length as I pump him slowly, moaning into his mouth.

Damon's thumb brushes over my clit, his warm breath making me shiver before his mouth closes over it. My hips jolt towardhim, pushing him closer into my body. His tongue swirls around my clit as his fingers slide eagerly into my body.

"We got you," Theo whispers into my ear, my hand reaching behind me to grab his cock that's pressed into my ass. He growls in response, tugging my nipple with his fingers.

"I need you all," I murmur into Grey's mouth. "Fuck—I need you, please."

A wordless conversation appears to pass between them, the three of them slowing their movements. Damon removes his fingers, and someone lifts me, gently lowering me onto him as he lays back on the ground.

My knees hit the cold floor as my hands fall onto his chest. Our eyes lock, Damon smiling at me as he reaches down between us. He grips his cock, positioning it at my entrance. I don't wait for him to move, slowly sinking down his length until I bottom out.

"Fuck," he growls, eyes flashing at me. "Your tight little cunt was made for us."

His hands grip my waist, holding on as I rock my hips back and forth.

"Yeah?" I say breathlessly, using my hands on his chest to steady myself. "Maybe you were made for me."

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