Page 132 of Claim & Don't Tell

“Damn, baby girl. Are you trying to kill me?”

“Nope,” I say, slapping my hands on either side of Dylan’s face. He reaches up and pulls me in for a rough kiss, and I moan into his mouth, moving up and down his length. Breaking away from him with a gasp, I bat my eyelashes at Austin. “I’m trying to be fucked.”

Austin chuckles and comes closer, smoothing his hand down his spine. “Every hole?” he asks.

The bed above Dylan’s head shifts, and I lift my eyes to meet Brady’s. The turbulence in his ocean eyes is so dark and stormy, rich with need and affection.

Licking my lips, I run my gaze over his chest and abs, settling on his glistening tip. “Every hole,” I murmur.

Dylan jerks his hips up, forcing my body up his, but keeping his dick inside of me as my tits sway over his face. He sucks my nipple into his mouth and hums in approval.

“Eyes on me,” Brady says, coming so close, his cock brushes over my lips.

Austin’s hand is warm on my ass as he spreads my cheeks. Cool lube drips over my hole as I lift my gaze to stare up at Brady. In this position, I have to look through my eyelashes, almost like I’m begging for forgiveness.

He smooths his thumb over my cheek and jaw, drawing it open and moving the tip of his dick around the O of my mouth.

Austin spears two fingers inside of my ass, and I release a surprised cry as Dylan slams his hips up at the same time. The digits in my ass scissor and stretch me, but I keep my eyes on Brady’s as he pushes his length into my mouth.

Stare riveted on my face, he brushes his finger over my cheek again before sinking his hand into the strands of my hair. “Good, Quinn, just like that, breathe and let us in.”

His hips move slow and patient, and when my eyebrows pinch together, he shakes his head and lifts his eyes, nodding at Austin, whose fingers carefully slide out of my ass. More lube is squirted onto my ass, and as the tip of his shaft presses inside of me, I gasp and tense around Brady.

“Shh,” Brady coos. “Relax.”

Dylan’s thrusts are shallow, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth again, pulling hard and coasting his tongue over my hardened peak, distracting me from the slight pain of Austin edging deeper into my ass.

“Fuck, your ass is so tight, baby. Breathe for me.” Austin strokes my spine and, inch by inch, settles himself inside of me.

The pressure of his cock forces Dylan’s to press on my G-spot, and I release a tiny whimper of pleasure.

“Ready?” Brady asks, searching my face for any sign of protest or hesitation.

Fuck that. I’ve come this far. I want all of them inside of me at once.

I answer him by suctioning my cheeks to his cock and bobbing my head down his shaft.

“Quinn,” he moans, gripping my hair tight. “She’s ready,” he tells his brothers, and then any semblance of control I have over this moment rushes out the door.

Dylan’s deep thrusting grows more insistent, harder and faster.

Austin’s hips move in a steady, gentle rhythm, taking it easy on me, thank fuck.

And Brady? Brady watches in awe as his cock hits the back of my throat, and I fight my gag reflex, taking every beautifully thick inch he gives me.

Together, they’re a storm of pleasure, surging together and wreaking havoc on my body.

The blue sky above darkening with clouds, the air thickening, threatening pleasure.

The gentle waves turning brutal and rough, slamming into me.

And the darkest depths of the ocean pulling me under.

The alphas—myalphas—fill me until I’m certain some part of me will break, but somehow, they’re the glue keeping me together, every inch of them invading every part of me, their cum hot in my cunt, soft and soothing in my ass, warm in the back of my throat. I take it all with a demented pleasure blooming inside my chest.

My scent matches, they know me so well, and I cling to this blissful pleasure, the safety of the nest and the security in their arms as they fuck every worry and doubt from my mind, leaving behind only one thought.

Why did we wait so long?

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