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My cheeks flush, but honestly, right now I’m too turned on to care. We’re probably not the first people to use this motel for something like this anyway.

More than that, we’re getting closer to Hope Falls, and this might be one of the last chances I have to be alone with the guys. I was eager for this trip to be over just a couple of days ago, but now I’m feeling a little sad that it’s almost done.

I want to make the most of our time while we can, and I’m not going to let a little embarrassment get in the way of that.

Ares does the talking, getting us a room quickly. The woman hands over the key and glances between us all again.

“Have a good rest of your day,” she says, and there’s something about it that makes me think she definitely knows.

Before I can even think about that too much, we’re heading to the elevator and then up a floor to our room.

Ares lets us in, and I don’t even have time to take in the room before Callan is putting me down and pressing me back against the wall. I gasp as his hand, big and strong and warm, grips my throat, pinning me in place. He kisses me hard, his lips crashing down onto mine with clear intent.

I kiss him back, leaning up into it as much as I can, letting him feel how much I want this, how much I want them.

When we break to breathe, he drags his teeth along my jaw, and I shudder against him.

Without moving away, he asks Tate, “What kind of scene are we supposed to be recreating here?” His voice rumbles low against my skin, and it makes my pussy clench with the need to have something in me soon.

“In the book, Alanna, the female main character, is getting edged. Her man pushes her to the breaking point of desperation and then makes her come until she almost passes out. It’s her punishment for teasing him all night.”

“Fuck,” Ares breathes, and I can feel Callan reacting, his fingers tightening just a bit around my throat before he lets go.

He steps back, and I immediately miss the contact and want more. There are three of them, and none of them are touching me right now.

They all share a glance of perfect understanding and then Callan and Ares join Tate in standing on the other side of the room, by the bed.

“Do you want us to take care of you?” Tate asks me. “You want us to bring your fantasy to life?”

I lick my lips, suddenly overheated and burning up with need. “Yes.”

“Then you’ll have to do what we say. Can you do that?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“Good girl. Then get on your knees and crawl to us.”

My heart pounds in my chest. A million different objections pop into my head, from the humiliation to the fact that I have no idea if they clean the carpets in this place. But the roaring need drowns it all out, and I sink to my knees slowly.

All three of them are watching me, pinning me to the spot as I start to crawl over to them, cheeks burning. It’s degrading in a way, but that just makes it hotter, apparently, because I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter.

I end up right in front of the three of them, gazing up at Tate, who’s standing in the middle. He smirks down at me, reaching down to cup a hand under my chin. His thumb strokes the outside of my jaw, following the same path that Callan’s teeth took just minutes ago.

Heat follows everywhere he touches, and I shiver, already losing myself to the need inside me.

“You’re going to suck all of us, to show us what a good girl you are and that you deserve to come. I think that’s what you deserve after you teased us by getting turned on in the car earlier, don’t you?”

It’s not exactly the same as what Dominic said in the book, but the vibes are perfect, and that turns me on even more.

“Yes,” I breathe. “Yes, fuck.”

“Good girl,” Tate says again. He taps the side of my face lightly. “Then get to it.”

With the headspace I’m in, I don’t need to be told twice. I reach up and undo Tate’s pants, and then reach in and pull out his cock. It’s already hard and leaking for me, and the sight of it makes my mouth water. I lick up the base of it, before fitting my mouth over the head.

Tate groans, hips bucking a little, and I lean into it, sucking him farther down. He tastes warm and musky on my tongue, the salty drip of his precum almost grounding as it floods my mouth. I can feel the weight of him, the hard, hot fullness pressing against my lips, and I moan around him, bobbing my head more.

Before I can get too into it, he drags me off by my hair and pushes me toward Callan. When I glance up at him, his eyes are very dark in his face, radiating lust and want at me. He grabs my hair from Tate and hauls me in closer to his crotch.