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“You’re going to stay awake long enough for me to use your hole, aren’t you? Be good.”

Jules nods, gasping. “I’m good,” he babbles. “I’m good.”

His words rip away the last of my restraint. I thrust. The slap of skin on skin as my hips hit his plump ass echoes off the hut walls. It’s a smooth tunnel, and I’m so worked up that finding my release is no effort at all.

I crash over the peak, grunting through my orgasm, spilling out every last drop into Jules with hard, rough slams.

I catch myself on my forearms as I crumple—cursing when I put my weight onto the bite—but I manage to save Jules from being crushed by my body. I’m buried in him and fucking love the feel of his ass against me.

“You’re mine. Don’t be pissed off at me, alright? You and Mathieu are mine.”

Exhausted, I nuzzle my way to Jules’s mouth, exchanging soft kisses until I fall asleep.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Jules

“Jules.” Cillian’s voice wakes me.

My limbs aren’t ready for it. Neither is my brain. I push through a fog of exhaustion, but I’m not sure I achieve full consciousness.

“What is it?” I murmur. I roll towards his voice and stop to groan. Soreness radiates through my ass. With it comes a slideshow of memories. Of Cillian’s steady weight at my back, his large cock filling me to the brim. His hand cradling the back of my neck.

“Can you pass me the lube?”

“The…lube?” I blink, squinting through my sleep-weary gaze to distinguish what I’m looking at. One naked body on top of another. Cillian is lying on top of Mathieu, who is huffing and puffing, trying to get out from under him. From how exhausted he looks, either he’s not fully revived after last night, or this grapple has been going on for a while.

I check Mathieu’s expression. He’s fiery and determined, not a hint of anything upset or apprehensive. Cillian looks more tired than the man underneath him. His eyes are just as determined, but there’s something almost…amused in him. Like dominating Mathieu is a fun diversion first thing in the morning.

I roll the other way, groaning again at the radiating ache, and bat my hand blindly and ineffectually over the bed.

Behind me, I hear kissing. I pause my search. Cillian is gripping Mathieu by the jaw, kissing him senseless. My focus lingers on his hand. The grip. It’s the way he’s doing it, I realise. He’s cupping Mathieu’s jaw in his palm, fingers flat to his skin. The pressure is coming from his entire hand, not individual fingers digging in.

Mathieu’s fighting eases.

Cillian’s grey eyes are all black when he turns them to me. He misses the way Mathieu chases after his mouth.

“By your foot,” Cillian says.

I retrieve the bottle and offer it to Cillian. He squirts out a handful and preps Mathieu’s ass.

I lie on my side, adjusting my pillow so that I can watch comfortably. Cillian, as he coats his cock, glances at me.

“You want to join?”

“Watch,” I mumble.

Cillian nods. His attention returns to Mathieu, whose back is arching, thighs drawing up to give Cillian the perfect angle. Cock sinks gradually into ass. I watch, somewhat horrified, because how did something that huge fit inside of me? And he’d put all of himself in, too. No holding back. I’d felt his balls right against my ass.

Mathieu clutches his pillow, hands scrabbling for purchase on something. He bucks against Cillian, groaning. He’s reacting to his size. How could he not?

Cillian buries himself all the way in, with Mathieu completely pinned beneath him. He pauses there. Cillian studies Mathieu’s face, taking note of the way he’s gripping the pillow. “Jules, can you pass me that one?” He gestures to our last pillow not in use. I offer it, and Cillian lifts Mathieu up enough to slide the pillow beneath his hips.

“Better?” Cillian checks.

Mathieu nods, his fisted grip relaxing.

“Don’t let go too soon,” Cillian warns. And then he fucks him. I don’t have the energy to touch myself. It’s quick and dirty, and Cillian comes inside. Mathieu is a trembling, moaning mess when Cillian rolls off, panting. A web of semen stretches from Mathieu’s ass to the tip of Cillian’s cock.