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My hand slides down the curve of her ass. I spread lubricant around her carefully, circling the tight entrance and waiting for her to relax. Sloane stiffens at the first touch. I stop.

“Breathe.”

Rhys strokes her thighs. Dante traces her lips without entering. No one rushes. She releases a slow breath. I press one finger inside. Sloane gasps.

“Pain?”

“Two.”

“Color?”

“Green.” I hold still until her muscles soften. Then I move carefully. In. Out. Slow enough to let every sensation settle. Careful not to tear her. Rhys kisses her stomach. I bend down and lick one nipple, making her arch away from the pressure behind her.

I add a second finger. Her breath breaks. Rhys presses gentle kisses along her stomach. I move slowly, stretching her and giving her body time to adjust and get ready for my cock.

“Talk to me,” I demand.

“It’s intense.”

“Good or bad?”

“Good.”

“Pain?”

“Three.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

I continue until her body accepts each movement easily. Only then do I remove my fingers. Rhys positions himself at her entrance. He waits. Sloane looks at him.

“Please.”

He pushes inside. Her body opens around him with a slow, slick stretch. She moans. Rhys stills when he is fully seated.

“Color?”

“Green.”

Dante guides himself toward her mouth. She takes him willingly, closing her lips around the head while Rhys begins to move. I apply more lubricant. My cock presses against her from behind. Sloane’s eyes find mine through the mask.

I can stop. I should. Watching Rhys inside her already has jealousy tearing through my chest. Adding myself will only intensify it. Then Sloane reaches backward. Her fingers close around my wrist. Two taps. Continue. I begin to press inside. Her entire body tightens. Rhys freezes. Dante withdraws from her mouth so she can breathe.

“Slow,” she says.

I stop immediately. I wait. Sloane breathes through the pressure while all three of us watch her.

“One to ten?” Rhys asks.

“Five.”

“Too much?” Dante asks.

She shakes her head.

“Just full.”