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I can’t get enough.

I never, ever want this to end.

Why did no one tell me it was this? Sex? Lust? Heat?

Every time they take a break I hurt and keen for them.

I need it.

The fucking.

Sucking.

Knotting.

Kissing.

Biting.

Licking.

All of it.

Every last drop.

I love it all.

They’re both in me and I’m sinking deep or floating and I don’t know which, I care even less, as they plunge into me in unison, I cry out, “More!”

And they oblige as yet another orgasm rocks me in blissful waves, the world perfect, the pain gone, the itch assuaged, and it keeps going as Killian pushes once more into my pussy and Xavier into my ass…again. His big hands squeeze my breasts, his mouth is at my neck as Killian kisses me and my head starts to spin all over again.

I’m hit with a longer, slower orgasm, and I’m sliding on them as they work together

They’re standing, my legs are wrapped around Killian’s waist and my arms up and curled around Xavier.

If this is heaven I never want to leave. I never want to leave to stop no matter where it is, and oh god…

They start to bounce me, going deeper, harder and it’s wild, I don’t even know if the orgasm is a new one or a continuation and I don’t care. This is it. The world. And this is what it’s made of, sex.

They come too, rutting up, knotting and I scream out. The intensity of the pleasure is so overwhelming that the world turns to black.

I wake, satiated, sore, confused, needing…needing more. But I reach out and smell leather. Next to me with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and water in the other is Xavier.

“What…?”

You’re in heat. Killian’s checking on the bar and Emmie. He’ll be back. Whiskey or water?

I can hear him. Loud clear, in my head, and I put my hand to his chest.

“You.”

CHAPTER

THIRTY-THREE

Killian

Idon’t think I’ve come so much in my life. We’re animals, both of us. Or is that all three of us?

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