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“Look at the engineer over here.” Cruz grins, but his hand on my shoulder is trembling.

“Somebody’s got to think with the big head.” Dante doesn’t even look up.

Eli stands. The shift in him is immediate. “Bedroom. Dante grab the lube. Cruz, water bottles on the nightstand, and towels. Brady.” His hand lands on Brady’s shoulder. “You’re with me.”

The prep takes longer than the asking did, and Eli refuses to rush a second of it.

I’m on my back in the middle of the bed, naked, Eli’s shirt gone. He kneels between my thighs, two fingers moving inside me in slow, deliberate strokes while his thumb circles my clit. Dante lies beside me, one of my legs hooked over his hip, working lube into my ass with the patience of a man determined to succeed.

“Breathe out for me, baby.” Dante presses a second finger in alongside the first. “There you go. Good girl.”

“You’re soaked, princess.” Eli’s voice is dark and slow. “You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”

“All week.” The confession comes out on a moan. “Longer.”

Cruz and Brady flank the bed, both hard, stroking themselves in lazy pulls, watching me be eased open with the patience necessary and reverence for the need I’d voiced.

“Christ, look at her.” Brady’s voice cracks. “She’s shaking already.”

“She’s going to be so full.” Cruz drags his fist over himself. “You ready to take all your men at once, sweetheart? Ready to be our good little slut?”

The word lands exactly where he means it to. My hips buck against Eli’s hand.

Dante works a third finger into me, and the stretch burns sweet and deep. I push back onto his hand instinctively, my body already beggingfor what is to come.

“She’s ready.” Dante withdraws his fingers, kisses my shoulder. “Aren’t you, baby.”

“Green.” I’m already breathless. “So green.”

Eli lies back against the pillows and pulls me over him. I straddle his hips, and when I sink down onto his cock, the familiar fullness of him grounds me like nothing else does. His hands find my hips. His eyes lock on my face.

“Hi, princess.”

“Hi, Daddy.”

“Lean into me. Over my chest to give the three of them the access they need. That’s it, arch your spine—give yourself to Dante.” He guides me down until I’m draped over him, my ass tilted up and presented. “Dante. She’s yours.”

The blunt press of Dante against my ass makes me tense, and both men go still.

“Breathe, Dakota.” Dante’s palm smooths down my spine. “Push back against me when you’re ready. You control this part.”

I bear down, and he breaches me in one slow, burning slide, inch by inch, until his pelvis rests flush against me and I am fuller than I have ever been in my life. Two of my men. Inside me. Separated by nothing but a thin wall of me.

The sound I make isn’t a word.

“Talk to me.” Eli’s hands frame my face. “Color.”

“Green. Oh my God, green. Just don’t move yet. Don’t… ”

They don’t. They hold, both trembling with the effort, while my body figures out how to exist around them. I can feel my own heartbeat everywhere. I can feel theirs.

“You should see yourself.” Cruz kneels beside my head, voice gone gravelly. “Stuffed full of them and still hungry for more cock. That’s our girl.”

I turn my head and open my mouth, and that’s all the invitation he needs. Cruz slides between my lips, heavy and thick on my tongue, and the circuit completes. Three holes filled, all of me taken, and the moan that rips out of me vibrates around him.

“Fuck.” Cruz’s hand cradles the back of my skull, gentle even now. “There it is. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it sweetheart?.”

They find their rhythm the same way they find it in the cage, reading each other, adjusting. Eli rolls up as Dante draws back, Dante drives in as Eli retreats, so I’m never empty, never given a moment to think. Cruz rocks into my mouth in shallow, careful strokes.