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The mattress dips again as Ronan and Silas slowly crawl onto the bed, surrounding me. Lucian is sprawled near my legs, eyes glittering with reckless amusement and heat. Ronan is watching me with that terrifying intensity that always makes me feel peeled open beneath his gaze. Silas is silent and steadybeside me, fingers brushing gently through my hair like he can’t stop touching me now that he’s started.

Lucian reaches for me first. His hands slide up my thighs slowly as he leans over me, mouth dragging along my neck while his fingers deftly pop the button on my shorts.

“You smell like paint,” he murmurs against my skin.

I laugh softly. “I wonder why.”

Ronan rolls his eyes fondly before his gaze settles back onto me. That look again. The one that makes me feel like the center of his entire universe.

His fingers tap the outside of my thigh, encouraging me to lift my hips so Lucian can slide my shorts and underwear down my legs.

Shrugging out of his T-shirt, Silas maneuvers us so he’s behind me. I can feel the heat of him at my back as hot lips dance across my skin while he undoes the clasps of my bra, leaving me naked before the three of them.

There are no nerves. No doubt. In fact, I have never felt so at ease in the presence of other people.

This right here, with them, is where I belong.

“Beautiful,” Ronan rasps.

Leaning in, he runs his tongue along my lips. When I part them, he pushes into my mouth, leaving me breathless with his kiss. All three of them kiss so differently. Ronan’s is always controlled, dominant in a way that makes me weak at the knees.

Lucian’s kisses are wild with abandon. Just like everything he commits to in life, he gives it his all.

Silas’s kisses are stealthy. Quiet. He doesn’t make a big show of kissing me, but the simple gesture, like it’s something he envisions doing every day for the rest of his life, is no less intoxicating.

All it takes is a single kiss from any of them to make my head spin and leave me wanting more.

I always want more when it comes to them.

It’s something I never thought I’d feel. Not after having my autonomy and control so brutally ripped away from me. Once upon a time, I didn’t know how I’d survive a man’s touch again. But piece by piece, these men gave me the safety to lower my walls. To let them in, heart and soul.

Ronan’s tongue dances sensually with mine while his fingers explore my skin. My body heats. My heart races.

Each of their touches is tantalizing. Teasing. Light strokes and quick brushes.

Arching my back, I push deeper into Ronan’s mouth. My hands seek out Lucian and Silas.

“Greedy, Little Moth,” Lucian tuts, but I can hear the satisfaction in his voice.

Breaking my lips from Ronan’s, I glare at him.

“There’s that venom,” Ronan chuckles. Lowering himself, he trails his lips along my skin before swirling his tongue around my peaked nipple. When he sucks it into his mouth, I gasp. Throwing my head back, I push my ass against Silas’s crotch. He’s large and hard, and the knowledge has wetness gathering between my thighs. Knowing the effect I have on him. On all of them. That the wild way they make me feel is reciprocated.

“Ronan,” I moan in pleasure. “Don’t stop.”

“Baby, we have no intention of stopping,” Lucian promises, eyes dark with lust as he captures my lips with his. His kiss undoes me. The control I felt with Ronan snaps in the heat of his passion.

Driven mad with desire, I fist his hair and hold him to me while I moan into his mouth.

Hands and lips are everywhere.

Heat escalates as want wraps itself around us.

When Silas’s fingers slip between my thighs, I sigh in relief.Parting my legs, he cups my pussy with his large, calloused palm.

My hands slide up Lucian’s chest before wrapping around his neck, and I’m acutely aware of Ronan playing with my nipples. Panting into Lucian’s mouth, I rock my hips, desperate for Silas—for any of them—to touch me where I need them most.

“After something, Little Serpent?” Ronan chuckles.