“We love you, Little Flower.” Jensen softened his tone, looking into her eyes.

"You... love me?” She wiped away the tears falling from her eyes.

They loved her?

“Every part of you.”

“Every day.”

“Every breath.”

She stopped herself from running to them and telling them she loved them too, from the first time she saw them, but the same thing was holding her back.

“But I’m still the wrong girl. Your heir won’t be a true heir. I need to do this initiation.”

“You want an initiation? We’ll give you one because we are the only men in the whole fucking world who can touch you, Sutton. Kneel.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but she was struck speechless by Ezra’s words, and only a hoarse squeak escaped her lips. Bewildered, she dropped to her knees. Wearing only an oversize t-shirt, her nipples strained the fabric, and wetness pooled at the entrance of her pussy.

“This is your initiation. After this, there will be no more talk about it ever again,” Jensen said. “Do you understand, Sutton?”

She nodded, suddenly overwhelmed, afraid, and aroused.

“Your safe word is onyx. If you say it, we’ll stop. Do you understand?”

She nodded again.

Her eyes widened as Ezra and Jensen slipped out of their pants, and Maxim unwrapped his towel, leaving them all three magnificently naked.

“The first part of your initiation is taking our cocks into your mouth until we can feel it here,” Maxim said, wrapping his hand around her throat. “And when you gag, and tears splatter down your face, you’re going to use our cocks to wipe them up. Do you understand?”

Dear god.

She nodded.

“And then we’re going to put you on your knees, and I’m going to take my belt to your ass, and I’m only going to stop when you start begging us to fuck your ass. Do you understand?” Ezra asked.

What were they going to do to her? She wasn’t going to survive their touch, no matter what kind of touch it was. Her lips quivering, she did the only thing she could do. She nodded.

“And then, you’re going to take our three cocks between your ass and your pussy, and we’re going to fuck you until you come for us, until we can feel the ripples of your orgasm on our dicks in both your sweet, sweet holes,” Jensen said darkly. “Do you understand, Sutton?”

A staggering whimper left her lips. Her thighs were sleek with wetness. Her breasts started to ache, and her whole body started to throb with need.

“Yes,” she said softly. “Yes.”

She loved them. There was nothing they couldn’t do to her. They were her life, her breath, and her soul.

“Open your mouth, Little Flower.”

Sutton parted her lips. Maxim placed his cock into her mouth, giving her a precious moment to feel the weight of his extraordinary length on her tongue before he pushed it further down her throat. The shock of stumbling to breathe robbed her of thought.

He pulled out, then pushed in slower. This time allowing her to suck him, to taste him, to blow her mind with his taste.

Jensen pulled her toward him and guided only the head of his cock between her lips; he told her to suck. The taste of his pre-cum saturated her taste buds, and she wanted more, except he pulled her head back by her hair and slowly pushed his cock down her tongue, his gaze locked with hers, watching every expression of fear and awe cross over her face.

Ezra took her next. He let her lick the length of his cock from his base, all around the tattoo of the serpent-bodied dragon. When she got to his head, he jerked and rumbled, and forcing her mouth open with his fingers; he slid his cock in all the way until she felt him at her throat.

She panicked and gagged, but the sounds coming from her and the tears that leaked from her eyes made them grunt possessively at her. She relished that.