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I couldn’t have looked away even if I wanted to. Titus’ gaze held me captive.

“Cum for us, little bird,” Bastian purred in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

Unexpectedly, a cry escaped my throat as my body convulsed; my orgasm surged through me and released the delicious, pent-up pressure. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me, and Valen groaned against my cunt and lapped at the new wetness that flooded his mouth as his fingers worked feverishly inside me to wring every drop from my orgasm.

Through it all, Titus watched me, a wicked satisfaction glinting in his eyes as he witnessed my unraveling. My hand fell away from his cock as the tremors of my release rendered me boneless. Bastian’s arms tightened around me, holding me upright as aftershocks rippled through my body.

“So good,” he murmured. “Such a good little witch—”

Valen withdrew his fingers from my dripping cunt and reached up to push them into my mouth. I sucked hard on themand met his dark gaze. His chin was wet with my juices and he made no move to wipe it away. I was helplessly embarrassed and humiliated by the way my body responded to their touch—I was filthy, and it was all their fault—and I loved it.

Titus reached out and grabbed Valen’s shoulder, and pulled him back. “Don’t be greedy, brother,” he chided. “I believe our little bird has more to give.”

Before I could catch my breath, Titus hauled me from Bastian’s lap and tossed me onto my stomach on the bed. Titus grabbed my hips and hauled me up to my hands and knees, his eyes dark with lust and something far more dangerous.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” he growled as he parted my thighs with his knee.

I whimpered as he notched the thick head of his cock against my entrance, still sensitive from Valen’s ministrations. Titus paused, savoring the anticipation, the power he held over me in that moment.

“Beg for it,” he demanded, his voice a low rumble against my ear.

“Please,” I choked out. “I want— I want your cock— Please— Fuck me raw.”

Titus smirked at my desperate plea, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction. “That’s my good little witch,” he growled. His hands burned against my skin and his fingers gripped me tight enough to bruise.

Yes. Take me.

Without warning, he thrust forward and buried himself to the hilt inside my aching cunt. I cried out and my fingers twisted in the sheets as he stretched me wide. He was bigger than his brothers, thicker, and the delicious burn of his intrusion set my body ablaze.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Titus groaned and his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips as he held me steady. “Even after taking all our cocks, this greedy little hole is still so tight for me.”

I whimpered and pushed back against him, silently begging for more. Titus obliged, drawing back slowly before slamming into me again, setting a brutal pace that had me seeing stars. Each powerful thrust drove me forward, and I had to brace myself against the mattress to keep from collapsing.

Valen and Bastian watched, their gazes heavy with lust, as Titus claimed me.

I could feel their eyes on me, drinking in the sight of my body shuddering under Titus’ assault.

It was filthy, debauched, and I reveled in it.

“Look at you, sister,” Bastian murmured, his hand stroking lazily over his hardening cock. “You take his cock so well. Such a good little slut for us.”

His words sent a fresh wave of lust through me, even as Titus’ relentless pace drove the air from my lungs. I succumbed to the sensation and my world narrowed to the exquisite stretch of Titus’ cock splitting me open, the bruising grip of his hands on my hips, and the dark pleasure of being watched—

Being claimed.

“She loves it,” Valen chuckled darkly. “Our perfect little toy, so eager to be filled.”

I lifted my head and my hair fell in a wild tangle around my face as I met Valen’s gaze. His eyes glittered with cruel amusement and barely restrained hunger. He knew the effect his words had on me, the way they stoked the flames of my shameful desire.

Titus’ hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back and arching my spine. I cried out at the delicious sting of pain that mingled with the relentless pleasure of his thrusts.

“You’re ours,” Titus growled against my ear. “This sweet cunt, this tight little body—it belongs to us.Youbelong to us.”

“Yes,” I gasped out, the admission torn from me. “Yours, all yours—”

“My turn,” Bastian snarled.

Titus thrust again, hard and deep, and I cried out as he pulled his cock from my dripping pussy to make way for his brother.

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