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I nod, breathless. I don’t think I can make any words come out coherently. Especially not when Ares works two fingers into my ass, stretching me open.

I whimper, not with pain, but from the sheer overwhelming feeling of all of my nerve endings being stimulated at once. I can’t be still, squirming on the cocks inside me and on Ares’ fingers.

“Breathe,” Ares reminds me. “Are you okay?”

I nod again.

“Are you sure? Do you want to stop?”

I shake my head no.

“Brynn, it’s okay if it’s too much. You don’t have to do this. You don’t have anything to prove.”

“I want to,” I manage to gasp out.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Because… because I love you. All of you. I want to feel you.”

My already shaky pulse skips a beat when I say that. I didn’t know I was going to blurt that out, but it’s the truth. Clearly like this, there was no way for me to hold it back. It’s fast, it’s so fast, but I mean it. I’m done hiding my feelings and trying to keep myself from getting hurt. If I can do this, take all of them like this, I can be honest about how I feel.

“Fuck,” Callan groans.

“Brynn, you—” Tate shakes his head.

Ares is quiet, and I swallow hard.

“You don’t have to say it back,” I hurry to say. The last thing I want is for them to feel obligated or like I’m trying to force a confession or something. It’s soon, maybe too soon, maybe they just aren’t ready or don’t feel it quite the same way or⁠—

“I never stopped loving you,” Ares says, cutting off my thoughts. “Never. Not even when I walked away from you.”

My breath catches at that.

Callan surges up so he can kiss me, drawing it out until I’m lightheaded. “I love you too. You’re it for me.”

Tate turns my head so he can kiss me messily. “I love you so much,” he says.

While Tate kisses me, Ares starts working his way into my ass. It shocks a cry out of me as he fills me up back there, going slow.

But it doesn’t really matter how slow he goes; it’s still like an out of body experience. I’m so full. I’m so fucking full.

Ares bottoms out, and it’s like there’s nothing between all of their cocks. They start to move together, fucking me like that, and it feels not like three separate men with three dicks, but like one huge, incredible thing.

My mouth drops open, and I can barely breathe, let alone speak. I’m locked in place, held down and held open by them, just a vessel for pleasure at this point.

Callan grips my chin, making me look at him. “You’re my obsession,” he murmurs. “You’re everything to me. Look at what you’re doing. Look at how well you’re taking us. All of us. So full and so fucking perfect.”

I can’t even do much more than nod.

“Whose are you?” Callan asks.

It takes a few long seconds before I can say, “Yours,” and I sound completely wrecked when I say it.

“And?” he prompts.

“Tate’s. Ares’.” That’s all I’ve got.

But it’s enough. Callan grins. “That’s our girl. Now let’s make sure you remember that when you can’t walk tomorrow.”