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“Grady, hurry,” Q gritted out.

Leaning forward, I kissed Max and Quentin while moving my hips slightly. It was torturous and blissful. Tortiss? Blisture? Eh. Torture bliss.

Cold liquid hit my backside as Grady prepped me, working one finger, then two, into my ass. My body trembled from the added pressure, my orgasm growing higher as sensations bombarded me. Max sucked on my nipple, flicking my clit with his finger as I kissed Q. It was weird and amazing having them like this, like a two-headed boyfriend with four arms and two cocks. Okay, that math was too much. My hands trailed over their bodies, taking in every inch I could.

“Fuck. It feels so good sliding against you,” Max gasped, “and now I can feel Grady’s finger. I’m not going to last long,” Max whined, his jaw tight.

Grady pushed the head of his cock against my rim, pressing down on my back and shifting the other two cocks already in me. The three of us groaned at the new angle, the pressure growing as Grady continued.

“Breathe,” Grady commanded, reminding us all to do it. Max held one of my hands while Q held the other, the three of us panting as we waited for the torture bliss to end.

When his thighs met the back of mine, we all let out a breath as we adjusted to the new feeling.

“How does this feel so good?” Max groaned, shifting his weight and causing Quentin to moan next.

“Someone move,” I gasped, my body vibrating with need, and I seriously questioned myself about this idea.

Grady pulled out and slammed back in as the two men in front alternated. It was the perfect orchestration, keeping me full of a cock at all times—my favorite state. Sheer perfection.

After a few thrusts, I was over the edge, crying out as my body let go of the orgasm that had been building, tingling from my toes all the way to my scalp as it crashed over me. My muscles tensed, my walls clamping down on three dicks as I came so hard, I blacked out for a second.

When I came to, it was to the roars of Max and Q as they came together, their cum flooding me, followed quickly by Grady, who grabbed my hips and fucked me so hard into the bed I knew I’d have finger indents for days.

As the four of us lay there, out of breath and trembling, I knew I’d found my tribe. I never thought I’d settle down, but I could for these three.

“So, I think I love you, dumbasses. Or whatever. Don’t make a big deal out of it or anything. Just thought you should know.”

After a moment of shock, the three of them pounced on me, kissing me all over as they shared how they felt and filling me with hearts and shit. It was gross, and I wanted to punch myself in the face for being so ridiculously happy about it.

In the end, these three had been my ultimate fuck steal kill.

They fucked my brains out, stole my heart, and accepted my killer side. What more could a girl possibly want? Well, a dress with pockets and shoes that didn’t hurt, but they weren’t magicians—just three guys who happened to be perfect for me.

And for the first time in forever, I couldn’t wait to fuck, steal, and kill with them every single day. Now that was what I called a happy ending.

CHAPTER 33

HOLLAND

FIVE MONTHS LATER

I strolled through the lobby of the Shadows headquarters, my steps the only sound outside the show playing on the guard’s iPad. I nodded toward him as I passed; my presence at this late hour was not uncommon, nor was the fact I was the last one here.

My hatred for paperwork was well-known. As was my avoidance of doing it, which was why I’d spent the last two hours finalizing it before midnight when it was due. The guys had left hours ago, heading off to do their various interests while I sulked in my office, staring at the stack of memos and wishing they’d magically do themselves.

I knew it was my own fault since I waited until right before the deadline, but I could never make myself do it beforehand.

The guys had initially stuck around and waited with me, but after a month, they realized how boring it was to watch me and that no amount of bribery on their part sped up the process. So Max went off to play his online video games with his squad, Quentin typically went to the gym to get in a few rounds of sparring, and Grady would visit his sister and niece or try out a new recipe he discovered.

Our life had become adoringly domesticated, and it was almost sickening. Almost. There was still the unaliving of foes and all the fucking, so maybe not so domesticated. I didn’t see us posing for one of those Christmas cookie tins anytime soon.

Which was a shame, really. I looked killer in red. No pun intended.

Mark, the front door guard, looked at his watch as I neared, sighing loudly.

“Dammit,” he cursed.

“I’d be hurt you bet against me if I hadn’t also done it myself,” I teased, causing him to belly chuckle.

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