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I half-growl an incoherent response, making all of them laugh.

Frustrated, I go to direct Silas’s hand, but he beats me to it. With a hard swipe around my clit that makes me buck, he presses two fingers into my channel.

“Shit,” I gasp. Back arching, my fingers dig into Lucian’s shoulder as my head falls against Silas’s chest.

“Fuck, I can hear how wet you are,” Lucian groans, sounding pained. Pulling back, he shimmies down the bed so he’s eye level with my pussy.

“Lucian!” I croak in embarrassment.

“What?” His eyes flick up to my face, his lips hitching in a coy smile. “I want to watch the juices drip out of you when Silas makes you come.”

“Oh my God,” I groan, half from mortification and half because Silas just did something with his fingers that made heat flood my body.

Whatever. Lucian can do whatever he wants so long as Silas doesn’t stop what he’s doing.

Cheeks flushed, my breath is ragged as, between Silas’s skilled fingers, Ronan’s hot lips, and Lucian’s intense stare, I creep toward that peak.

“You look so fucking hot coming apart for us, sweetheart,” Ronan murmurs before slamming his lips down on mine. I canfeel how he’s holding himself back in the tightness of his muscles.

Twisting, I fist the waistband of his sweats. Breaking away, he stares at me for a long moment, as though searching for something. I won’t make a move unless he wants to, but with my eyes, I convey how fucking muchIwant to touchhim.

“Fuck,” he curses. Shoving his sweats and boxers down enough to free his erection, he takes my hand and guides it until I can wrap my fingers around his length.

He hisses as I begin to move, working him in time to Silas’s fingers fucking me.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” he groans. “You feel so good.”

“So good,” I agree.

I have always liked sex. I enjoyed it before that night, but it has never felt like this. I’ve never had this connection. Never felt on the verge of going feral with need.

I whimper, struggling to contain this rising feeling that threatens to consume me whole.

“Please,” I plead, not even sure what I’m asking for. I don’t know what I need; I just know that I needsomething.

As if knowing something I don’t, Lucian leans in. He sucks my clit between his lips. That does it.

Like a bomb going off, I detonate.

That rising feeling explodes. My body goes stiff. My back arches. My mouth falls open on a garble of moans and yeses. A heat floods my limbs, leaving me heavy and sated, breathless as I bask in the warmth of my pleasure.

At some point, my eyes must have fallen shut, but when lips press to mine, I know instantly who is kissing me. I taste myself on him. My legs twist around his hips, and I pant into his mouth until my head is wrenched to the side. I smile into Silas’s kiss.

He groans, likely tasting my release from Lucian. Hisfingers are still inside me, making little pumping motions and drawing out every inch of my orgasm.

I don’t feel close to being finished, though.

As though that one release cracked open a door, I feel as though I need more.

One orgasm wasn’t enough.

With the three of them, I’m not sure there willeverbe enough.

Cupping the back of his head, I deepen Silas’s kiss. My legs squeeze Lucian’s waist while I continue to pump Ronan’s hardness. He bucks into my hand, his breathing growing ragged.

“I think our little serpent wants more,” he rasps in a ragged voice.

“Is that right, baby?” Lucian questions, dragging his hands up my thighs. “Do you need more?”