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  “Jesus,” she breathed. “I’m not sure I’ll survive it.”

  “Why’s that, sweetheart?”

  “Because I’m already…”

  “Wet?” Jason trailed a fingertip down her folds.

  “That too. Was gonna say shaking.” Her arms landed on the mattress, fingers sinking into the bedding as her back arched slightly in response to the slow, intimate caress.

  Johnny glanced at Killian. “We just gonna watch? If so, I’m not stayin’.”

  Killian caught his arm. “Then let’s join them. Bed’s big enough for us all.”

  Killian stripped off his jeans and sauntered naked to the bed, sitting beside her, blocking Johnny’s view of whatever it was he did to Ellie as Mace lifted the bottle and trickled oil over her belly. Her sharp gasp pierced the air, followed by a throaty moan.

  Johnny cursed to himself and toed off his boots, in a hurry now to make sure Ellie was all right with what was happening, and because he didn’t want to miss a thing.

  Ellie writhed like a wild thing. It was all too much. She said so.

  But the twins chuckled. She’d already forgotten who was where, but one was swirling a finger in her pussy and another was stroking a flat palm over her oily lower belly and mound.

  Killian shushed her, his fingers pinching her nipple harder until she cupped his hand over it and tried to drag it away.

  It was painful, yes, but the sensation pushed her faster toward full-blown arousal than she could handle. She’d thought she could keep her cool, keep control of her body if they’d just give her a little room, a little time to adjust to all the sensations bombarding her. But lord, it was like being in bed with an octupus, too many hands and swirling, pinching fingers.

  And where the hell was Johnny? Had he slammed out of the room in disgust? She gave a jagged sob then felt the mattress dip one more time. Johnny came into view on the side opposite Killian. But he didn’t stop. He pulled her up, then slid behind her, leaning back and taking her against his chest, stretching his long legs to either side of hers as he settled against a mound of pillows.

  A finger tipped her chin, lifting her gaze to his. “You get scared, tell me.”

  A man of few words, as always. She nodded, strangely reassured by that fact and by the dark, terrible glitter in his eyes. Christ, would he kiss her again? She wanted the assurance he still wanted her, but he stroked a thumb over her mouth and turned her face again, forcing her to watch as one of the twins came down on his elbows between her legs.

  She squeezed shut her eyes. But the image was already seared in her mind. Men surrounding her, touching her, gliding over her hot skin. She peeked at the man parting her folds, her breath hitching when he pulled upward to expose her clit, then gusting sharply when his tongue darted out and caressed it.

  “Too much?” Killian asked beside her, giving her other nipple a hard tweak followed by a sexy, rasping glide.

  She nodded, incapable of answering. Her whole body was so tense she felt brittle.

  Killian reached between her legs and pulled up one thigh, the twin beside her pulled up the other. They opened her, urging her to bend her knees then pushing them toward her chest where Johnny’s darker hands reached out to slip inside the bend to hold her up and open.

  Her sex was exposed for them all to see, her labia parting, cool air sifting over her slick flesh.

  The twin hovering over her sex stroked his finger over her outer folds, then ran the tip along the furled pink edges of the inner set. When it paused, she mewled.

  His crystal blue gaze rose to find hers staring back. The finger sank inside her and her breath left in a whoosh as he tunneled deep, twisting the digit as he stroked her inner walls. When he glanced across the nerve-rich spot of spongy tissue, he stroked it again. “Found it, didn’t I?” he asked, his voice a low, sexy rumble.

  The scent of her arousal grew richer, stronger as he stroked her intimately, drawing down moisture to coat his fingers, to cause wet, succulent sounds to fill the room.

  Behind her, Johnny’s chest hardened, his heart beat stronger. She rubbed against him like a cat, trying to escape, trying to free her legs—but did she want to close them or widen them farther? She wasn’t sure. She couldn’t think.

  Johnny pulled gently on her thighs, widening them. Killian stuck a finger in his mouth then used the wet tip to swirl atop her clit. This time, her hiss of breath wasn’t because the sensation jarred her, but because it felt so damn good.

  “Too much?” Killian asked again.

  She shook her head, closing her eyes, surrendering to the feeling building inside as one brother thrust two fingers inside her and the other teased the knot swelling painfully hard. Ellie whimpered.

  Johnny’s cheek rubbed against her head, and she turned, desperately seeking his kiss.

  His mouth glided along her cheek, then found hers, trapping her moans, taking her breath. His tongue met hers to play, the tip pushing hers, then withdrawing, then stroking deeper and deeper.

  When she came, it was sudden. As though the band constricting around her womb had snapped. She gave a garbled cry and jerked back her head, rolling it on Johnny’s shoulder as wave after wave of heat flushed through her.

  Many hands stroked her body as the tiny internal contractions expanded then diminished.

  When she calmed, she opened her eyes to find three brothers watching intently. Johnny’s hands clutched possessively around her belly. Her feet were on the mattress, knees still bent and splayed. The twin between her legs eased up to kneel.

  She marveled over how strange it was to find herself here. Three men she barely knew hovered around her, their bodies taut with arousal, cocks jutting against their bellies—aroused by the sight of her.

  She was thankful Johnny was behind her or she’d have been completely unnerved. However, his solid body was a comfort, a rock to cling to in the storm. She liked the feel of his embrace, the jut of his hard cock against her back. Her breaths deepened as she slowly came down.

  The twin in front of her licked his mouth.

  “Smack your lips,” she said, her voice sounding a little rusty, “and I swear I’ll open a can of whoop-ass.”

  The men around her chuckled.

  The twin beside her snatched her hand from the coverlet and raised it to his cock.

  She wrapped her fingers around him, excited to discover that they didn’t quite meet. He was thick, long, perfectly straight. Her mouth watered.

  Johnny’s hands dug into her sides, holding her against him, but then eased away. She took that as a sign that she was free to choose what came next, and pushed up with her free hand, still gripping the twin’s cock, and knelt in front of him, bending, not caring that Johnny and Killian both had a view of her ass and pussy. She hoped they’d take advantage, because even though she’d come, she hadn’t felt the stretch of a cock inside her. Lord, not yet. And right now, she didn’t care whose pushed inside.

  Johnny’s legs retracted. Both he and Killian moved while she glided her hand up and down the twin’s shaft then stuck out her tongue to swab the broad, round head. The taste of him, of the pearly bead of pre-ejaculate squeezing from the eyelet slit, made her groan.

  A hand landed on one buttock, gliding over her skin. Another cupped her pussy, pressing against it firmly. She pulsed backward, giving whichever brother permission to continue, rubbing on the rough palm and opened her mouth to suck the head of the cock right in front of her.

  Her lips closed around it, latching around the edge, and she swirled the flat of her tongue over the soft head while firming her grip to ride the shaft.

  Fingers teased her entrance, circling the opening then thrusting inside, and again she moaned, coming off the cock to lick the sides, wetting it with her spit, pushing her lips up and down the sides while she tasted him with slick glides of her tongue.

  Fingers dug into her scalp, pulling her up, centering her over the cap again, and then he pulsed forward, spearing into her mouth.

  She
suckled him, her cheeks drawing then billowing as she pulled him deeper and deeper, surging forward then back, fucking the fingers thrusting inside from behind. She cupped his balls, gently kneading the hard orbs, rolling them in her palm, then grasping them to tug more firmly, gauging his comfort by the deepening of his breaths and the tremors of his thighs.

  “That’s it baby. Dayum,” the twin said, pumping faster, deeper, gliding over her tongue, pushing against the back of her throat.

  She gagged.

  Johnny cussed to the side of her. Which meant Killian was playing with her pussy. That was fine with her. Let Johnny watch. She’d give him a show he’d never forget.

  She opened her jaws, fighting the reflexive gag, and let the cock pumping in her mouth sink deeper.

  Ellie resettled her knees, widening her stance, tilting up her bottom in invitation, knowing her breasts were swaying beneath her, her nipples hard and taut.

  A hand slid under her belly from her right—the other twin. Fingers dragged through her curls, tugging them hard enough to sting.

  She gasped around the cock, her teeth scraping his shaft.

  “Jason, fuck! It’s my dick she’s chewing up.”

  Jason chuckled. His fingers stroked her belly then dove toward her pussy again, fingers tunneling into the top of her folds while Killian sank another finger inside her.

  Her pussy burned with the stretch. Tension built, sharpening when Jason found her clit and tapped it.

  Again, she gasped, but kept her lips wrapped around the edges of her teeth. She looked up at Mace, whose face was a tense mask, red spots of color staining his cheeks.

  His hands cupped the sides of her face. “You swallow?”

  Like he expected her to answer with her mouth crammed full of cock? She gave him a wink.

  A tight smile stretched across his face. “Not gonna last much longer.”

  She released more moisture in her mouth, not worrying about the mess or the slurping sounds.

  His hands held her face, controlling the tilt to ease his quickening strokes.

  She concentrated hard, breathing through her nose to keep from strangling as he pumped faster and faster.

  At the first scalding spurt, she gave a muffled shout, nearly as excited by his explosion as he was. With his head tossed back, his expression screwed up in exquisite agony, she felt a measure of pride that she was responsible.

  The fingers teasing inside her from behind withdrew. But she didn’t mind. She knew three more men were waiting their turn. Lord, when had she embraced her inner wanton?

  When Mace’s cock slowly pulled free, she sat back on her haunches, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth, flicking her gaze from one man to the next, at last arriving at Johnny, whose face was anything but stony.

  His eyes blazed with heat. The skin cloaking his cheeks was taut, revealing the sharp, high blades.

  They held like that for several moments, chests billowing, but then Killian slipped his hands beneath her armpits and dragged her backward. Jason straightened her legs.

  When her head was dropped over the edge of the mattress and her thighs were parting, she had an inkling what would come next.

  Killian gave her a rakish look. “Seeing as how you like givin’ head so well…”

  She gave a husky chuckle and reached with her hands, clutching his buttocks to pull his hips toward her. Bracing his hands on the mattress, he leaned over her, standing at an angle to lower his cock toward her mouth. She opened eagerly, digging in her nails as he sank inside.

  They wasted no time on teasing preliminaries. He stroked deep, his thick, long cock filling her mouth, his balls tapping her nose and between her eyes, which she found funny. She chuckled around him.

  But her laughter dried up when her legs were pushed upward together until her thighs pressed against her chest. She didn’t understand what Jason intended until cool gel was rubbed around her tiny back hole.

  She pushed her tongue against Killian’s cock, her hands against his hips to dislodge him, but he stubbornly pushed forward and held still inside her mouth. “It’s all right, you know. They won’t fuck you there. Not with their dicks, sweetheart. This is for you.”

  This was for her? She murmured loudly around his cock, alarmed as the finger swirled and swirled and the tension already riding her hard tightened. When the finger pushed against the opening, tucking a tip just inside, she thought she’d die. She wasn’t a virgin there, not by a long shot, but her last boyfriend had cajoled her for months until she’d given in. It wasn’t something she’d really enjoyed.

  And now they were all looking at her asshole, watching one of their own do the nasty while she was completely at their mercy. She continued to give muffled complaints.

  Killian sighed and withdrew, and then knelt beside her head while she dragged in deep breaths to fill her starved lungs.

  “Does it hurt?”

  She shivered with tension and embarrassment, knowing her face was beet red.

  “Does it?”

  “Some…” She wrinkled her nose. “Not really.”

  “You’re embarrassed?”

  “You wouldn’t be?”

  “It’s different. We’re guys. Hetero guys,” he said, giving her a pointed look. “We like to do it, not receive it.”

  “That’s not fair,” she said, giving a sniff of irritation.

  He arched a brow. “You want to fuck my ass?” he murmured.

  “I don’t want any ass-fucking going on at all,” she said scathingly.

  “You sure?”

  Jason’s finger swirled again on her hole, and she strained to lift her head and deliver a searing glare.

  Jason’s eyebrows waggled. “You have a pretty pink hole and I’d love nothin’ better than to see it stretched around me. But you’re jumpin’ ahead. I was only plannin’ to get you good and worried, maybe a little excited. Then I was gonna slip my dick between your thighs.”

  “And do what?”

  His shoulders lifted. His glance darted to Johnny then back to her. “Rub?”

  “You’re not going to…come inside me?”

  Killian and Mace chuckled.

  “Ellie, someone else gets that privilege first.”

  Chapter Five

  Ellie swung her head to look at Johnny, who leaned against the headboard with his arms crossed over his chest. From the tension riding his square jaw, she knew without having it spelled out that he would be the first, maybe the only one to claim her pussy this night.

  She swallowed hard, then groaned, the muscles of her neck burning from the effort of holding up her head. She dropped it over the edge of the mattress again, as much to relieve the strain as to hide her own expression. They’d see in an instant just how much she wanted him. “Dammit.”

  All her blood rushed to her head. Maybe she’d die of embarrassment before they finished with her, but now she hoped she lasted long enough to know the pleasure of being claimed by Johnny.

  Soft chuckles sounded all around her. Killian rose again, staring down at her. “Understand now?”

  “Not really,” she said, her voice thick.

  “Let us make the decisions tonight, okay? We’ll take care of you.”

  And then he bent over her, and once again, guided himself into her mouth. This time when Jason’s fingers played with her ass, she was thankful her face was obscured even if she had to close her eyes to keep from being blinded by Killian’s swinging balls.

  His cock was thick and pulsing, filling her mouth, her throat. She’d never considered herself a deep-throat expert, but a body’d never know it by the deep moans he gave up as he thrust into her mouth.

  She sucked hard, letting her own arousal build as she proved to them all she was in this to the end. A slick finger plunged into her ass and she bucked her thighs, more of a knee-jerk reaction than an effort to escape the intrusion, but Jason kept her thighs jammed against her chest.

  She could barely breathe, barely move—her body restrained, her exci
tement controlled. The finger fucking into her was joined by another thick digit, which stretched her, causing a burning sensation that only heightened her arousal. When the finger stopped swirling inside her and pulled away, and Jason moved to fit her legs around his waist, she was desperate for release.

  He stroked his length between her drenched folds, making long firm glides that raked over her clit. She was grateful for the friction and quickly came unraveled. She sucked harder and harder on Killian’s cock while Jason thrust powerfully against her, dry-humping her faster and faster, until she shot over the edge, giving a muffled scream.

  Killian jerked in her mouth, come jetted, and she swallowed around him, milking him until he pulled free and bent to lift her head to watch as Jason ground against her, his broad chest coated with a thin sheen of sweat, his lips peeled back over his teeth in a primal grimace. When he came, she clutched him with her thighs, holding him until he slumped against her breasts.

  Her gaze met Killian’s upside down one. They shared a smile. Jason scooted back and pulled her under him. She didn’t know how much her neck ached until her head rested on the mattress again.

  “Ouch,” she grumbled.

  Jason’s chest rocked against her as he laughed. When he raised his head, he bent to kiss her. “Johnny’s luckier than he knows,” he whispered against her mouth.

  She grinned lazily, gliding her hands over his damp back. “You gonna tell him?”

  “Only if you think it will make him even madder.”

  She glanced at Johnny, whose stony expression was back in place. However, there was a darkness lurking in his eyes that spiked her blood with renewed heat.

  “Let’s give her some space,” Killian said, easing away from the bed. “Why don’t we head to the living room? We can turn up the air and put logs on the fireplace.”

  Jason groaned, but rolled off her.

  Cool air brushed over her sweaty body. A fire? She shook her head. “That makes no sense at all.”

  Killian shook her head like she was mentally deficient. “We’ll stretch out on the rug in front of the fire. It’s romantic.”

  “It’s eighty degrees outside.”