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Gabriel muttered something else I didn’t catch, because Dante dragged his enormous cock through my pussy, coating himself in my juices, then pressed the fat end against my entrance, that deep, looming pressure sending fire crawling up into my womb.

One move and he’d be buried inside me. My core clenched at the idea, but all it found was a terrible emptiness.

“Please…” I tried to beg, but Gabriel pushed his cock between my lips, and the plea came out all garbled.

My heart hammered as they took me at the same time.

Gabriel filled my mouth with his cock, while Dante shoved inside me in one merciless, claiming stroke until I was fully impaled on that thick shaft, stretching me open with a pinch of delicious, addictive pain. Then he paused, letting me adjust to the feel of being stuffed full.

Gabriel’s thumb rubbed soft circles on my cheek as he tipped my eyes up to his. “We’re going to fuck you now, piccolina. We’re going to stuff you full of our seed. And you’ll take every drop we give you like a good little girl, aren’t you?”

I nodded frantically, trying to push my hips back onto Dante’s cock, seeking out more pressure, more friction, more of this delicious fullness.

Dante pulled out, then snapped his hips forward, my breasts swaying beneath me as he slammed in deep. Gabriel’s fingers tightened in my hair, holding me in place as he worked his cock in and out of my mouth, going deeper and deeper until he hit the back of my throat.

Gabriel threw his head back, muscles straining as he roared my name to the ceiling.

Gods, he was gorgeous like this. A stretch of powerful muscle and savage intent while Dante slammed into me over and over again from behind, angling his hips to go deeper, to hit that place inside me that sent shivers of pleasure racing through me. I loved being used like this, loved the way they made me come apart.

Loved belonging to them in a way I’d never belonged to anyone else.

Every piece of me was on fire, burning and burning, heat building like a pyre about to consume me whole.

They were consuming me whole.

These two males who owned my heart, my soul, and everything in between. Who would die to protect me and sacrifice themselves to keep me safe.

I never wanted this to end. I wanted us to go on and on forever until there wasn’t a single second we were apart.

“Gods, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Gabriel snarled. “And you’re mine. Fucking mine.”

Dante growled something I couldn’t hear because blood was rushing in my ears, flames consuming me whole as an orgasm ripped through me, swamping me in a wave of heat and clenching muscle, in a consuming tide of sensation that washed away everything except them.

Dante

Gabriel.

They were the only thing that existed, the only thing I tasted and the only thing I could feel as they emptied themselves into me, cocks pulsing, every piece of me screaming in awareness of them.

Only them.

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The next morning, I thought I was imagining the distant cry of gulls and the steady pulse of waves, then remembered where I was. They were here.

They were mine.

I ran my hands over the two warm bodies pressed against mine, golden sunlight spilling across the whitewashed ceiling overhead, as though the world was a safe place where nothing terrible happened.

As though Blackwood hadn’t gone to great lengths yesterday to get Luca and me alone.

Maybe he only wanted the Basin.

Maybe it had only seemed like he’d personally targeted my brother and me, planting doubts about how our mother died. Maybe that awful story was payback for the other night in my father’s office, and I cursed myself for taunting him.

For drawing his attention in the first place.