Page 140 of Gambler's Fallacy

Havoc stretches out on my other side, brushing his fingers against the hickey he’d left on my neck. “Forget what Caleb said. You can squirm and writhe all you like. We’ll hold you down so hard you’ll have bruises from it.”

My breath catches, and I feel like my heart is going to race out of my chest. “Yes,” I say, bobbing my head in a nod. “Yes,please.”

Vortex glances at Havoc, but he doesn’t argue.

“I didn’t say there would be no bruising,” Caleb says, rolling his eyes. He reaches down for his bathrobe and undoes the sash, finally revealing all of himself to me. “Only that Seven should forget any ideas that we’d ever let him go.”

My lips part in a soft moan, and even though there’s still a part of me that thinks I’m more trouble than I’m worth, I can’t deny that it feels so, so good to be wanted this way.

Needed.

Vortex leans down to kiss me again, and it’s rougher than he usually gives. I can’t hide my gratitude, and he smiles at me when he pulls back. “I can be rough,” he says wryly.

I want to thank him, but I can’t get the words out. He must understand, because he goes to the other side of my neck to leave his own marks.

Caleb gets onto the bed, near my feet, and lifts my leg up. He kisses the side of my knee, gently—then pinches the inside of my thigh hard.

I yelp, more out of surprise than pain, and shift to make it easier for him to get to that spot again.

Vortex keeps working marks into my neck, down to my collarbone, and I look at Havoc, wanting him to be every bit a part of this as Vortex and Caleb.

Havoc smiles and leans in to nip and suck at my nipple. I gasp,the sensation pleasant. I don’t think my nipples are as sensitive as Caleb’s, but it feels so good to have all of them paying attention to me like this.

Although none of them are paying attention to the part of me that wants it most.

It’s on purpose, I know, but I make another sound of protest as I lift my hips in a silent plea for them to touch my cock.

All three of them ignore it, focusing instead on different parts of my body until I can’t take it anymore.

“Please,” I beg. “Please, touch me, fuck me, something. I’m—” I stutter as Vortex bites especially hard. “Need it. Need to be filled.”

Havoc chuckles and reaches down, placing his hand between my cock and my stomach. “You need something? Hmm…” He rubs my stomach, the movement teasing my cock and making a few drops of precum spill out.

“I can’t imagine what else he could need,” Caleb says with amusement.

“Hmm,” Vortex says, licking a long line along my throat. “Maybe he needs to be clearer.”

I whine again. “Fuck me,” I say. “I want your cocks in me, I want your cum in me, I want—” I stumble over my words, trying to decide if I can actually say them.

If I actually want this after all.

“I want you to plug me.” The words have less conviction, but I will them to understand that even though it’s difficult, I want it anyway.

I want to erase those old memories and replace them with new ones.

“We’ll fill you so full of cum your stomach will be bulging,” Vortex says.

Havoc gives him a strange look. “So that’s what you’re into.”

Vortex’s cheeks flush. “So what if it is?” he asks, sounding defensive.

“It’s… It’s good,” Ipant.

For some reason, it is. I don’t know if I understand why, but I find that I like that dirty talk.

“And Seven won’t come until he’s taken all of our loads,” Caleb says. “Understood, pet? You’ll be good and wait until we’ve completely marked you, inside and out.”

I swallow hard, but I nod. “Don’t take too long.” I laugh self-consciously. It’s not like I’m a stranger to begging, but that had sounded more like a demand.

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