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My head tips back in a silent invitation for Ashby's lips to continue exploring, and I let out breathy moans when he kisses, sucks, and nips at the curve of my neck.

They've stopped taking turns, and touch overlaps touch until I can't separate one sensation from another. I don’t want to.

Behind me, Ashby's arms tighten around my waist, steadying me with a single, commanding squeeze.

Briggs lets out a filthy groan as I rock against him shamelessly. "Fucking hell, look at you," he says hoarsely, pressing harder.

Torin's rough knuckles brush my inner thigh. I glance around and see that his expression has changed. His eyes have gone glassy. The uncertainty that usually shadows him has burned away, replaced by a determination so fierce, my pulse stutters.

Want slams through me.

I want him to take me apart right here. I want every desperate sound trapped inside me dragged into the open. I want the other two to watch it happen.

Then I want to do it all again.

The helplessness of my desire leaves me dizzy.

A sound escapes me, soft and animalistic.

Briggs's hands dig deeper into my hips, holding me in place against the hot, hard press of him. I roll my hips instinctively, greedy for friction, and he surges upward to meet me.

We're both close.

I can feel it in every movement.

I want to collapse beneath it.

Ashby's behind me, though, holding my arms and keeping me upright whenever my body threatens to give out. Between the three of them, I'm suspended in place, pulled in every direction at once while need tears through me hard enough to leave me floating.

I gasp as Torin’s fingers slide inside me.

The first two knuckles sink in, thick and sure, and my entire body jolts. I clamp down around him, pulse roaring in my ears. He pushes deeper, stretching me wider, groaning against my neck as I pant and jerk helplessly, a sound of pure satisfaction.

His fingers curl inside me, finding exactly the spot he's searching for. I almost scream when he finds it, pressing myself down onto his probing fingers to increase the pleasure he’s giving me. I want to tell him how good it feels, how merciless and perfect he’s being, but language abandons me. All that escapes from my mouth are raw, fractured moans and whimpers… and whispered pleas for more.

“That’s right, let me all the way in, nice and deep,” he whispers hotly against my neck, adding another finger.

I moan as my head drops back against Ashby’s shoulder, all coherent thought obliterated. My body tightens as waves of pleasure surge through me with enough force, it feels impossible. But Torin only stills for a beat before beginning those small, relentless circles deep inside me. Each movement ratchets up the delicious torment in carefully controlled increments. I gasp and writhe against Briggs, begging them not to stop, all pretense at control abandoned.

Subtlety has no place in what they’re doing to me.

Torin wants me wild. He wants every layer stripped away until all that's left is nerve endings and heat. My thighs tremble. I can't decide whether I want to pull him closer or push him away from me, so I do neither. Instead, I open myself wider to him, surrendering completely to the surges as they rise up, threatening to break over everything else.

Briggs is watching me come undone like a man completely transfixed. His eyes are almost black, he’s breathing through his teeth, knuckles white where his hands grip my hips.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you fall apart,” he murmurs at the exact instant Torin drives his fingers upward.

I cry out.

The sound doesn't even feel like mine. It tears free without permission, stripped raw and entirely beyond my control. I feel Ashby's mouth near my ear, close enough to catch every broken syllable and every uneven gasp.

“That’s it, love,” he murmurs. “Let yourself go.”

The release hits hard.

Torin works me through every shuddering convulsion without giving me room to escape, drawing every tremor and aftershock from my body until I'm left shaking and breathless between them. Briggs presses himself against me, chasing friction of his own, but he waits patiently, jaw locked tight with concentration until my knees almost give out and every muscle shifts from rigid strain to complete collapse.

Only then does he ease his grip and brace me more securely in his lap while I ride out the aftermath.