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Her fever still raged, and fear rattled through her that she would be torn asunder as the fullness in her breasts increased tenfold.

She felt as if she couldn’t carry their weight against her anymore. They were so engorged that her skin stretched painfully to accommodate their size, which added to her overall turmoil. She needed something, anything.

Chapter Five

The debilitating thought that she had underestimated everything about the ritual sank into Winter’s head. Knowing everything in theory mattered nothing when compared to the real thing. But she was also certain that had there been any other men standing before, they wouldn’t have been able to evoke the same reaction from her.

“She’s burning up,” Houston murmured, and his deep, rough voice, wrapped in velvet, penetrated the blistering storm inside her head and somehow made her wetter.

She let out a loud, startled cry as Konner and Houston bent their dark heads toward her chest. Standing with his hands in the pockets of his suit pants stood Aston, his legs braced apart as he watched her, creating his own brand of dominance over her yet without touching her.

Konnor’s and Houston’s mouths opened on her nipples and were it not for the restraints on her wrists, she would have crumbled to the stone floor beneath her feet.

She remembered belatedly that beyond the thick velvet curtain sat an audience who could hear her cries, her gasps, and her whimpers, and who knew she was being touched.

Konnor and Houston took the crimson peaks of her breasts to the roof of their mouths, sucking on her while they held her breasts in their hands, squeezing with every hard, deep suck on her nipple.

She swayed more into their touch than she swayed away from them, choosing relief over modesty.

Her body caved inward as Aston lifted his hand from his pocket and reached for her. Stunned with hypnotic astonishment, Winter writhed on the tips of her toes as his fingers glided over the soaked folds of her pussy before he skimmed her slippery clit.

He stroked her with the same velocity as Konnor, and Houston sucked on her nipple. A rampant war started and tugged at the bottom of her womb. Surges of erotic sensation plummeted through her, breaking her protective shield while building momentum.

She very, very rarely made herself come. Even as she got older, the fear that she would accidentally compromise her virginity outweighed any pleasure she could derive from it.

There was nothing to stop her now, though, here under the hands and mouths of three men who had ruined her life from the moment she was born.

They sucked deeper and stroked harder, sensitizing her nipples to new heights and doing the same to her pussy. Aston’s finger dipped in the shallow part of her center, where she’d created a well of aroused liquid.

He inched a little deeper, and fear had her clutching her walls for dear life against his digit. The foreign fullness of his finger demanded she stop him from going any further inside her.

And then it happened.

Still keeping his finger between her folds, Aston used his thumb on her clit, rubbing the throbbing bead with no mercy.

As if Konnor’s and Houston’s lips opened her sluice gates, milk from her breasts all at once began to flood their mouths. In the same instant, a dark, forbidden orgasm sent her spiraling out of control, spasming around Aston’s finger as she soaked his skin and her clit trembled against his thumb.

The riveting spiral robbed her of everything sane except to relish the next spasm that raked through her with such sublime euphoria that she forgot who she was and who they were.

Coming down to earth proved the hardest thing she had to do because, with it, she dragged her tumultuous shame, too.

She wasn’t supposed to come. Not that easily, not that salaciously.

Her breasts still gushed milk into Konnor and Houston’s mouths until it dripped down the sides of their lips, but the sheer bliss of relief astounded her as they continued to empty her breasts.

Konnor stepped aside, and Aston took his place.

She exhaled sharply as Aston’s teeth sank into her sensitized nipple before he started to suck on her, drawing out her warm milk into his mouth. He drank deeply, easing away the quickly returning heaviness in her breasts.

Houston continued to sip from her, slowly filling his mouth and letting it drip down onto her skin and over his fingers. The relief she felt in her breasts was replaced with a furious new need between her thighs.

She stopped herself from crying out in bliss when Konnor slipped his knuckle over her folds and then dipped into the copious wetness in her core.

God help her, but her shame was enough to destroy her completely.

After drawing a mouthful from her, Houston drizzled her essence into his cupped palm and then slowly dripped it down her mons over Konnor’s fingers, which he used to spread over her already soaking wet pussy.

The blush on her cheeks had turned into an excruciating burn at the intimate way they touched her, and more so at how she responded. Her lips were swollen from biting down on them to stop the unabashed moans and surrendering purrs from escaping her mouth.

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