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My legs fall to either side of his as I settle into his lap. My knees are right beside his, and we’re almost kneeling together. He takes the brunt of my weight, but he’s so strong, he doesn’t complain. His chest presses against my back, and my breasts are arched toward Austin, who climbs onto the bed to join us. Dylanthrusts up into me, the position almost as good as the other, but I don’t have to do any of the work to hold us up.

Dylan slips his arms underneath mine and curls his hands to grip my shoulder, pumping me harder onto his knot. I instantly wrap my hands back around his neck. Austin sucks my tit into his mouth and glides his fingers down my stomach, finding my needy clit in a matter of seconds.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I rasp, clinging to Dylan, arching into Austin.

Together, they steal my sanity. Together, they give me orgasm after orgasm until all I know is pleasure. All I feel is their hands on my body.

“Bite me,” I demand as a small wave of euphoria coasts over me. “Please, claim me, please,” I whimper.

There’s no protest.

No doubt.

Dylan takes the left side of my neck, and Austin takes the right, positioning his mouth above Brady’s mark. Their mouths and breaths tease over my sensitive flesh, and my body tightens. Dylan thrusts up hard, and as if they’re silently communicating with one another, they mark me at the same time. Their bites battle with the pulsing of Dylan’s knot and the press of Austin’s finger on my clit, and a string of curses and unintelligible noises tumble from my lips until I’m wholly and completely ruined.

Filled with cum.

Thoroughly fucked.

Pleased.

Marked.

Claimed.

Thirty-Four

BRADY

It’s a special kind of torture to wake up to Quinn moaning. I clench my jaw, listening to how well my brothers are taking care of her. Is she taking them both at the same time? I’m not sure she would let them.

Quinn was so demanding with me, probably because she spent years figuring out exactly how she’d take us.

And she’d taken me so well, milked my knot for every drop of cum I had. My dick stirs to life and I growl. Jerking off won’t even come close to how glorious it felt with her stretched around me.

The drinks I had last night swim through my head, making my stomach clench. The alarm on my phone goes off, and I crawl out of bed, rushing through my morning routine as quickly as possible. I need to get out of here. Honey and musk hang heavy in the air. Quinn’s desire. Her needs. Her wants.

Nothing I can take care of.

Nothing I have a right to.

I fucked up. And now I have to live with it.

Austin was right. I need to talk to someone. I can’t burden them with how messed up my brain is, but I need help.Especially if I have to find a way to live through this agony every day.

I brace myself to leave my room. Quinn’s scent is already so strong in here. The remnants of her nest are spread out over my bed. Maybe I’m sadistic for sleeping on the same sheets we’d coated with slick and cum, but those scents are the only thing that kept me from seeking her out.

I want to be near her. I want to have her eyes stray to meet mine like they used to, filled with hidden desires and a secret we both kept.

Body shaking, my fingers curl around the doorknob, and I steady myself with a deep breath, fully prepared to hold it until I get out of the house. Wrenching the door open, I stare down the hallway, glaring at her door as she moans again.

Skin slapping against skin and deep growls barrel down the hallway, like a freight train, and despite knowing I shouldn’t, I release a breath and inhale. My cock is so hard, it hurts. My balls ache, filled with more cum meant for her. I take a step forward and breathe in again, wishing I could be in there.

Wishing things were simple and not complicated.

My muscles twitch in that direction, and a growl rattles in my chest, but I tamp it down. This is what I deserve. I deserve to know she’s cherished. I deserve to know she’s getting everything she’s ever wanted. Forcing myself to turn down the stairs instead of marching to her door is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, but I grip the banister, descending with deepening dread.

I have to leave.

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