Page 53 of Mastered By Bliss

I grin down at him.“Great.Really fucking great.”

He smiles and lifts his head to claim a kiss.His tongue tangles with mine, invading my mouth with the same pace as his and Dmitri’s cocks within me.

Dmitri’s mouth meets my shoulder.He licks and kisses his way around my neck, scraping his teeth.His rough whiskers burn in the best way.

Our bodies move together, sweat-slick and swollen.My second orgasm is imminent, but just out of reach.Pleasure builds, but it hasn’t heightened to that final moment of incineration.

“Please, please,” I whimper.

“Soon.”Dmitri’s strokes pick up speed.“Relax, and we’ll bring you with us.”

“Do you believe in forever, little girl?”Gage’s deep brown eyes are dark with lust and with an intensity I can’t name.He speeds up to match Dmitri’s strokes.“Do you believe we’ll give it to you?”

“I do.”I brace my hands on his shoulders while my hips rock back and forth.

“Good, because it’s yours.”Dmitri grunts and pushes all the way in.His hot, heavy breaths fan over my back.

“Come with us, Leah.”Gage grunts with effort.“Come with your daddies.Now.”

I burst, my body seizing in their arms.I’m held by them and cherished by them.Gage comes next, his dick plunging into me and pulsing with his release.Then Dmitri, with a loud, “fuck,” goes rigid behind me, his hips flush with my ass, his cock jerking inside as he comes.

Forever.With Gage and Dmitri.

I used to think it was impossible, that I would never reach this point in a relationship with anyone.But with Gage and Dmitri, I believe in forever.We’ll carry each other into that bright, hopeful future, full of love and light.

17

Leah

Six Months Later

It’s a lazy, Saturday afternoon in October.I’m finished with tutoring for the day.A book is open in front of me, and Dmitri just got back from a car show that he attended with Seth Colton.Seth has turned into a good friend.Gage hasmostlyforgiven him for trying to seduce me all those months ago.

The penthouse smells like the cookies Gage and I baked this morning.Now a plate of them sits next to me, and I absently nibble on one while reading.

The place looks different—it’s a reflection of the three of us.More color, more light.Gage isn’t afraid to open the curtains every once in a while.And we each have our own room to retreat to if we need solitude.

We’ve grown stronger, the three of us.We’ve learned to navigate our individual quirks, how not to annoy each other—or at least, how to apologize when we do—and how to talk out our problems.No more running away.No more ignoring.Taking space is fine, but we know, each time, we’re coming right back.

Gage walks past in a pair of athletic shorts, towel around his bare shoulders, his torso glistening after a post-workout shower.

Cookie against my lips, I stare after him for a long moment.Maybe I should help him pick out what to wear to work…

“Is that what you’re wearing out tonight, baby girl?”

I look up from watching Gage’s ass disappear down the hall, to see Dmitri on the other end of the couch, smirking at me over his phone.

I brush the cookie crumbs from my shirt.“Out?Where are we going?Don’t you and Gage have work?”

He shakes his head.“There’s an auction.And you’re going onstage.”

“What?”I stare at him in disbelief.“You guys never said anything.What is this?”

“I guess you can wear what you have on.”He looks me up and down.“Since you’ll be naked once you’re up there, anyway.”

“Dmitri, don’t be ridiculous?—”

“Better listen to Daddy Dmitri.”Gage’s voice comes from the other room.“Don’t talk back or give any sass.You don’t want to stand up on stage with our handprints on your backside, do you?”

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