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“One.”

“Color?”

“Green.”

He nods.

“Protection.”

For now. Callum retrieves what they need while Dante removes his jeans completely. I move onto my hands and knees. Dante positions himself near the headboard. Rhys kneels behind me. Callum settles at my side. Not the positions I requested. I glance back.

“Problem?”

Rhys strokes my ass.

“Callum prepares you first.”

My body clenches.

Callum pours lubricant into his palm. Dante’s eyes move toward the bottle.

“Are we⁠—”

“No,” Rhys says.

Dante looks offended.

“I was asking for clarification.”

“You were making a joke.”

“I can do both.”

Callum’s fingers move between my thighs. The first careful touch sends a shiver through me. He circles the tight entrance to my ass. I breathe. His finger presses slowly inside. Pleasure mixes with pressure.

“Pain?” Callum asks.

“Two.”

“Color?”

“Green.”

He waits until my body softens before moving. Dante strokes my hair. No jokes now. Rhys kisses my shoulder. Callum adds another finger only after I push back and ask. They prepare me together. Rhys watching my breathing.

Dante keeping me focused on his face. Callum moving with a patience that would surprise anyone who knew him only as the Scarecrow. When I’m ready, Callum removes his fingers. Rhys positions himself at my pussy. He pushes inside slowly. My head falls forward.

“Fuck.”

Dante catches my chin.

“Eyes on me.”

Rhys fills me completely. He stops.

“Color?”

“Green.”