He used his free hand to undo the belt and button of his slacks, then pulled down the zipper. Watching him disrobe from this angle was an entire form of mind-fuckery in itself. He loomed over me, seeming larger than life, more terrifying than ever before, and yet fear was the last thing on my mind.

And when he pulled his cock from his pants and wrapped his hand around it, I let out a pathetic and needy moan.

His smile reappeared. “Open your mouth, love,” he ordered.

When I did, he leaned over me, sliding his hard dick past my lips. Restrained as I was, I couldn’t do anything but accept his length and enjoy the way I felt pinned beneath him as he enjoyed my mouth.

He made the best sounds, the sort a man as carefully controlled as him rarely made. They were mindless, as if I’d stripped away all his rules, all the layers he’d built to keep the real him hidden. It was why I savored them so much, when I tightened my lips around his cock and sucked, to draw more of them from him. I wanted what I knew he’d given no one else.

Not sex. We’dallhad sex many times before. Hell, from what I’d heard from time to time, it seemed that all the men had had their share of crazy, wild hook-ups with every type of being imaginable.

Instead, it was this closeness, this ability to just feel and do and need without restraint or worry. It was how Hunter used his smoke to fuck me because it pleased him, because it was a part of him, and how Kase let himself groan in that wonderfully delicious tenor because hecouldlet his guard down to do it.

Even so, I couldn’t get off. Hunter continued his relentless edging, paying close enough attention that no matter how near to that precipice I approached, he pulled it back just in time. Each ruined orgasm grew the desperation inside me, made the stroke of Kase’s cock against my tongue and the force of the smoke light up every nerve inside me.

Or so I thought, until hands set on my hips. I couldn’t see, not with Kase leaning over me, but an electrical pulse over my skin told me who it was.

“Already occupied,” Hunter said with a chuckle.

“Make room,” Grant answered, voice strained, as if he was already far too turned on to deal with Hunter’s humor. “I’m guessing our little reaper here needed a distraction?”

“She seems rather stressed about tomorrow,” Kase answered.

Grant clicked his tongue in disapproval just as the smoke inside my cunt pulled out. I didn’t have time to complain, though, before something even better stretched me.

Grant’s cock plunged into me with a hard thrust, filling me all at once. I arched up, the action forcing Kase deeper, making me swallow to accommodate him.

Kase growled, a low and hungry sound. “Your throat isheaven,” he said. “I never expected to make it there, but leave it to you to prove me wrong.”

Grant tightened his hands on my hips, pulling me forward slightly, almost into his lap, then set a punishing pace. He fucked me hard, the way he often did, as if he couldn’t quite get over the idea that I was there, that he could have me.

Then again, that was often the case with all the men. It was as if they had to reassure themselves that it was all real, that it wouldn’t drift away. There were sweet times, of course—nights when sex was slow and lingering and full of whispered promises. As good as those were, though,thistype of night was my favorite. It fulfilled us all, drew us all closer as if binding us in some monumental way.

It left no room for worries or questions or the past. It was too wild to allow for any of that, too primal for it.

A strange sensation made me tense, something that pressed against my ass. I’d spent alotof time with the men by this point, and I was quite certain Grant only had one penis. If he’d had a second, I would have found it by now…

And yes, despite the fact he took up all the space between my spread thighs and he was fucking deep into my cunt, that pressure against my ass remained.

Hunter’s smoke.The reality hit me like a wave, along with my reaction to it.

Sure, I’d never done that before, but Hunter had never steered me wrong. Relaxing wasn’t exactly an easy thing to do, not when I was strung as tight as I was, but that didn’t stop me from trying.

“Good girl,” Hunter said a moment before his real fingers brushed over my woefully ignored nipples, telling me he had enough feeling in his smoke to know I’d at least tried to stop tensing.

And sure enough, the pressure increased there until he slid past the tight ring of muscles, until he pressed into me in a wayno onehad done before, in a way I’d trusted no one to do before.

The sensation was beyond overwhelming. It teased areas of me that hadn’t been touched before, set up fireworks behind my eyes and coursed pleasure through my entire body. It made the stroke of Grant’s cock and the way Kase fucked deep into my mouth all the better, as if turning up the dial on all my nerves.

If Hunter was trying to edge me, he failed at that point. The orgasm ran through me with the speed and force of a car crash. It battered down any resistance, making me cry out around Kase’s cock, making me twist when it was more sensation than could fit inside my body.

I squeezed down on Grant’s cock, around the thin smoke still fucking my ass, my hands grasping the smoke that pinned me and kept me stretched out.

Kase let out a curse word that was lost in the haze of feeling, his cock jerking as he pressed impossibly deeper, seating himself fully inside my mouth and throat. I would have panicked before, with anyone else, but even in those moments where I couldn’t breathe—I probably couldn’t anyway due to the orgasm—I trusted him fully. In fact, it only added to the pleasure, to the surrender.

He pulled back and I sucked in a deep breath. His lips came down on mine, passionate and still hungry, as if even after coming, he wasn’t nearly done with me. I returned the kiss, licking into his mouth, wanting to taste him, to lose myself in him.

Except Grant wasn’t done. His cock remained hard, and with another thrust, he reminded me that Hunter’s smoke was likewise still inside me.