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Tate laughs, shaking his head. “Did you think it would be that easy, pretty girl? We’re not even close to done with you yet.”

He bites my neck again, and I arch up hard, writhing in place. Callan pushes me back down to the bed, and Ares bites the inside of my thigh at the same time.

Every part of me is pulsing with need now, and I can’t hold back the pleas falling from my lips at every touch.

“Please? Please, please, please. I’ve been good, please make me come.”

They don’t even let up for a second. It’s like they want to torture me.

For one golden moment, I feel myself coming right up to that edge again, and I think they’re going to at least give me one, but then they all back off at the same time, leaving me practically whining all over again with need.

“Ares would let me come,” I say, looking at Callan. “Ares loves it when I come, and he’s always known just how to do it.”

It’s a last ditch effort, I’ll admit. I know the three of them aren’t really jealous of each other, but they’re not immune to competitive spirit, surely. At least not so much that they wouldn’t let it push them into seeing who could make me come the best, I hope.

But they all just look at me, still amused.

Callan smirks. “You don’t get to set the pace here, wildflower. You don’t come until we all decide to let you. So settle in.”

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I whimper, frustrated and horny beyond belief. There’s something hot about the way they work together, but right now I just want them to give me what I need.

As if they can tell that them working together is turning me on more, they start helping each other out to work me up and drive me nuts.

Ares moves from between my legs so Callan can take his place there. “Spread her legs more for me?” Callan says, and Ares does, his hands warm on my thighs. I’m so sensitive right now that just his hands there are enough to have me arching and squirming, trying to get someone to touch me where I want them to.

Callan gives in, but in a way designed to make me even more needy. He works two fingers into my soaking wet pussy and starts teasing my inner walls with them.

It’s enough to have me gasping for air, but he keeps his strokes slow and light, not giving me enough to do more than frustrate me.

“Callan,” I groan. “Please, you’re killing me. I need more.”

“I know what you need,” he says. And then doesn’t give it to me.

Tate starts playing with my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. He puts his mouth on one and pinches the other, and I practically squeal with pleasure as it pulses through me.

“Oh, that was a beautiful sound,” Ares says. “See if you can get her to do that again.”

Callan and Tate work in tandem, touching me, stroking me, sucking on my sensitive places, and that sound spills out of me again and again.

“Gorgeous,” Ares says. He comes around the bed and hovers right over my mouth, his lips just a breath from mine.

“Please,” I whisper, and he gives in just enough to give a light kiss.

Even that is like a live wire down my spine. The more time that passes, the more sensitive I get. The slightest touches are enough to have the heat flaring and burning brighter, and I writhe under them, breathing hard.

Callan adds a third finger to my pussy, and just the stretch of that, of his large fingers filling me up, sends pulses of pleasure right through me. I’m right there, so close I can taste it, but I must clench around his fingers because he withdraws them quickly.

He takes his time, holding my gaze and licking the evidence of my arousal from his hand.

“Let’s play a game,” Ares says. I whimper, toes curling in the sheets. He keeps talking with a smirk. “If you’re getting close to coming, say red, so we know to back off and give you some space.”

“That’s cruel,” I tell him with a pout.

“Oh, you love it,” he fires back.