It took Lars about twenty minutes to find what he was looking for. By the time he got back to Cora’s room, it had transformed into party planning HQ. A laptop sat on the coffee table, two notebooks open beside with Cora’s illegible scrawl filling a page.

Even Ana was there, and she was only one that noticed he’d arrived. Her eyes darted to the rope and silk scarf dangling from his hand, and then back to him. Color painted her cheeks a moment later, and she rushed to her feet, almost knocking over Cora’s glass of wine as she brought it to her mouth for a sip.

“Ana!” Cora looked away from the computer, lifting her arms away to check if she’d gotten wine on herself.

And then she looked up and saw Lars. And her eyes darted to the rope.

“What are you—?” Cora cut off, throwing Ana a guilty look which Ana missed.

“I, uh…I’ll come back later,” Ana said hurriedly.

“But we haven’t even decided on—” Cora began, but Ana waved her hand absently behind her as she made her way past Lars with a knowing smile directed in his direction.

“We can make anything happen with enough cash,” Ana called out behind her. “Trust me.”

She winked at Lars as she turned to close the door behind her.

When he faced the room again, everyone had gone silent. Cora put her glass of wine down, her eyes flashing to the rope and back to him. “Lars, we have to—”

He tossed the rope and silk scarf onto the table, where it landed in a heap on top of her notebook.

“Get undressed.”

Cora spluttered, started to get to her feet, and then stayed seated cross-legged in front of the computer. Milo and Bailey sat on the settee behind her, and both glanced between the two as if they were watching what was turning into a very interesting tennis match.

“The longer you take, the more brutal your punishment, Princess.”

Her chest expanded how she inhaled.

Lars lifted his hand, fingers outstretched, and twisted it at the wrist. “The more you protest, the longer you’ll have to count.”

“Count?” she snapped, her voice wreathed with caution.

“Get up,” Lars said.

She glanced at Milo over her shoulder, but he just got to his feet and made his way around the settee, heading for the bathroom.

Cora threw him a pleading look. “Lars, listen, this isn’t the right—”

“Five,” he said.

“Five what?”

“Six.”

She got to her feet, but she was frowning hard. “Maybe, in an hour—”

“Seven.” He wriggled his hand again. “I’ve got a strong arm. I don’t think you’ll make it to ten.”

Realization bloomed in her eyes. “Oh no,” she said, lifting her hands as she backed up. “There’s no way—”

“Eight.” Lars pointed to the closed bathroom door. “And then Milo takes over.” He laughed. “You think I’ve got a strong arm?”

“What?” Her voice was a mixture of outrage and disbelief. “You’re joking, right? No.” She swiped her hands in the air. “You hear me? No.”

Lars ambled closer. He snatched his paraphernalia from the table and gave her a smarmy grin. “You’re forgetting something, Princess…”

Cora was retreating again. Her legs bumped into the dresser, and she fumbled around as if looking for a weapon. “I don’t care what you say,” Cora said. “You’re not going to—”

“…We make the rules in here.”

She raced for the bedroom door. But he’d seen her intention, and darted to the side to intercept her. Cora squealed when he snatched her up and wriggled like a fish out of water.

“Put me down!” But it was less a command and more a restrained giggle. “Lars! Put me down!”

Bailey got to his feet as Lars passed him with the laughing, thrashing Cora.

“Please!” she begged through a laughing sob, going limp in his arms. “There’s no time for this.”

“Oh, there’s always time for this,” Lars murmured into her ear. “You only live once, Princess. Remember that after the third time you come tonight.”

As much as she wanted to break free, to yell at Lars to put her down, her traitorous body wanted nothing more than what Lars had promised. She should have been planning, making sure nothing would go wrong tomorrow night. Instead, her belly writhed and the thought—just the thought—that Lars was actually going to tie her up…

Cora attempted to break free, but she couldn’t stop laughing, and that had weakened her muscles to the point where she had zero control over her body.

Lars dumped her on the bed. She tried to crawl away, but he caught her ankle and dragged her back.

“You gonna strip, or am I going to have to do it for you?”

And God, that question set off a fireworks of tingles through her. “No, I’ll do it.”

But she was taking too long, laughing as she was, because a few seconds later, Bailey appeared beside Lars. He ran his hands roughly up her thighs and tugged at the button of her jeans. She gaped at him, tried to slap his hand away, and then delivered a kick to Lars when he tried to pin down her ankle.

“Hey, I’m serious,” she said, grabbing Bailey’s wrist. “There’ll be time for this—”

“Bailey, gag her.”

“What?” Her heart gave a hard thump in her chest. “No. No way!”

Which was when Finn came out of the bathroom, his shirt off and his eyes bright and fixed straight on her where she struggled on the bed.

And her body, as if sensing a predator, went limp in self defense.

Holy hell, but he had a beautiful body. His sculpted muscles stood proud as he worked his hands together. They shone too, as if he’d put oil on them.

A massage?

Now that would be a treat.

Her body relaxed even more at the thought, and Bailey peeled off her jeans while she lay hypnotized by Finn’s slow, determined approach.

“Thought she’d be naked already,” Finn said, his ruined voice sending a shiver all the way down her spine.

“She doth protest too much,” Lars said.

A coarse, thick rope brushed her ankle. She looked down, instinctively tugging her ankle away when Lars tried to loop the rope around it.

He stroked her calf, murmuring, “Easy,” to her as he glanced up at her with mischief glittering in his green eyes.

“What’s your safe word, Princess?” Finn asked, coming to stand in front of her.

Bailey grabbed her other ankle, drawing it away. But there was only one rope, and that Lars was tying off against the foot of the bed. Leaving her tethered by one foot like an animal prone to roaming.

“Swan,” she said.

Her skin pulsed with anticipation, trepidation, lust. But her heart was fluttering like a butterfly against her ribs. She licked her lips, and glanced over at Lars, who was slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “Don’t hurt me,” she said.

Lars made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to you, Princess.”

“No, but come on,” she said, writhing on the sheets. “No slapping and stuff. I don’t like that.”

“How would you know if you’ve never tried?” Lars asked, shrugging his shoulders. His shirt glided to the floor as his fingers went to his jeans.

“I’m pretty sure I won’t.”

Fingers touched her shoulders, and she flinched. Tipping her head back, she stared at Bailey. She’d expected an apologetic look on his face, but all she saw was wary anticipation.

“You can always tap out,” Finn said, trailing his fingers up her bare leg.

They’d left her underwear on, but for how long? It was damp already, and that made her even more aware how clothed they were.

“But then playtime’s over for good, so I’d try and stick it out long as possible,” Lars said, and his eyes darted up to Bailey. “Take off her shirt.”

She snatched her hands away from Bailey, but he caught them again, lifting them up so Finn could lean across and hike her shirt up her ribs.

Bailey didn’t pull it off all the way though. Just as her head broke clear of the collar, he twisted the sleeves around her wrists, trapping her inside the fabric. He did such a thorough job that, even when she struggled to slide out, she couldn’t.

There was no point in protesting.

She could see hunger in each of their eyes now. A need that only she could fulfill. It scared her, but it also filled her with a sense of pride.

These strong men were too weak to hold themselves back from taking what they needed from her. A weakness she couldn’t help but exploit.

She wanted them to take as much as they wanted.

More.

Until she had nothing left to give.

Cora’s arms had been warm, but her skin was cooling. Bailey gripped the mess of fabric and fingers he’d made with her shirt so tight he could feel her pulse against his thumb.

Her heart raced.

But his did too.

This felt so fucking wrong, on so many levels. But he couldn’t—wouldn’t—stop.

Her presence intoxicated him. It had, for so long. To have her this close, naked but for a triangle of dark fabric, was a temptation he couldn’t resist.

There was a safe word, at least, if she wanted them to stop. And she wasn’t fighting anymore.

Except…that had been the hottest part of all, when Lars had snatched her up like that and carried her to the bed like a caveman who’d had enough of dragging women by the hair.

She was into this. He could see it from the tremble in her mouth. The way her chest rose and fell. Her wide, eager eyes tracking every movement Finn and Lars made.

What did he have to do to make her look at him with such voracious apprehension?

He wanted her to worship him like she worshiped these two men.

Bailey took off his vest. Lars had stripped to his briefs—a glance in his direction had been enough to establish that and the size of his massive erection—but Finn was still wearing his jeans.

What the hell was he supposed to do? And why did this feel like some kind of test? Was it because of how fucked off Finn had been in the library earlier?

Jesus, it wasn’t like he’d meant to come so soon. How the hell these two managed such stamina, he didn’t know.

Cora was so beautiful. So erotic. So intense. Even thinking about fucking her made him want to come.

But they held back.

So he’d have to try, even if it killed him.

Hopefully, it wouldn’t kill him.

But it would be the perfect way to go.

Bailey leaned down, stroking Cora’s hair out of her face as he touched his lips to her forehead, then her nose, the corner of her mouth.

Kissing her would be too much, too intimate right now. So he grazed the side of her neck, her earlobe, her jaw.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she gripped him with clumsy, tangled hands as she made encouraging sounds.

He climbed onto the bed, keeping her bound hands pinned with a knee as he ran his hands over her breasts and squeezed her. His reward was a deep throated moan and an arch of her back that pushed her tits hard into his palms.

It had become painful to keep his jeans on; his cock strained so hard against that thick fabric it felt like it would burst a seam.

He kissed her chin, a lush eyebrow, and the top of her head as he stood to take off his jeans.

The other two men had been busy. Lars had tied off Cora’s ankle, and was twisting the scarf around his fingers, turning it into a rope.

Finn had stripped to his trunks, and was kissing his way up Cora’s leg. He reached her knee, and she began squirming.

“Take it off,” she said, wriggling her hips. When the two men didn’t respond to her, she tipped her back to look at him. “Bailey? Take it off.”

Her underwear. He reached for her hips, and then stopped.

She shouldn’t be calling the shots. Not now. In here, she was Princess, not La Sombra. Not capo. Just a woman.

Their woman.

In here, she obeyed them.

“Nine,” he said.

Lars barked a laugh. “Boy catches on quick, don’t he, Milo?”

Finn just let out a soft growl and carried on working his way up Cora’s leg.

Wisely, she didn’t argue the point, but her eyes did widen.

Finn shoved her legs apart. Since she still wore her underwear, it shouldn’t have been that lascivious. But it was. It was so fucking hot seeing her spread like that, unable to move, unable to fight.

He climbed back onto the bed, all too aware of how close his cock was to the warmth of Cora’s arms. He wore boxers, but his dick was tenting them like they smelled snatch and wanted out.

When he looked up, Lars’s eyes were on him.

It shouldn’t have—fuck, he’d never thought of a guy in any kind of sexual way—but having those eyes on him made him harden even more. Knowing, in a few minutes, he’d be seeing Lars fuck Cora.

And it would turn him on as much as fucking her himself.

Her entire body was on fire. Electricity pulsed through her, just under the skin. The smallest tear, even a pin prick, would send a thousand volts of current arcing from her like lightning.

And it was because no one had touched her yet. Not where it mattered. Not where she hummed and purred like a little kitten. Her entire body ached with the need for one of her men to stroke her. To thrust into her. To make her come.

But, instead, they were raining kisses on her body like a moth rain in June.

Finn was almost to her inner thigh. And then he forced open her legs so suddenly she gasped.

Instinct took hold. She tried to close her legs again, a flurry of unbidden thoughts spilling through her mind; embarrassment about her body, her trembling thighs.

But Finn grabbed her thighs—one in each meaty hand—and dimpled her skin how he held her open.

He scraped his teeth over one hipbone, catching the fabric of her underwear, and let it snap back against her skin. Then the other.

She writhed, and Finn gave her a light slap to the side of her thigh. She stilled in shock, and he made a sound as if this had pleased him.

And that sent a whole flurry of bliss through her.

Lars’s mouth brushed against her stomach, then he caught one of her nipples between his teeth. A burst of pain had her gasping, but then a twist of silk cut off the sound.

They’d gagged her again.

And it wasn’t even as if she’d been making that much noise.

But maybe they preferred their captive silent and obedient. Which shouldn’t have pissed her off, but it did.

She spat out the gag. It took Lars a few seconds to notice, since he was still lavishing bites and kisses on her breasts, but when he noticed, he froze.

Straightening, he gave her a cool stare as he took away the gag from where it had landed over her neck, and said, “Are you doing this on purpose? Do you want us to punish you? Because it’s not a punishment if you want it, you realize that, right?”

She said nothing, but she couldn’t look away from his intense stare either.

Until Finn yanked her underwear to the side and ran his tongue over her slit. Her back arched off the bed, eyes squeezing shut as a wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Lars pushed her down again with a hand on her belly. Then he came in for a kiss, and it was all she could do to keep breathing.

Finn’s tongue returned, making her moan hard against Lars’s mouth.

Now she had two tongues to contend with—one expertly working her mouth, the other tantalizing her more and more with each slow lick up her slit.

The weight keep her hands down disappeared.

Bailey?

Concern flashed through her; the thought she’d done something wrong, that he couldn’t stand the sight of Lars and Finn doing unspeakable things to her while he had to watch. Her chest grew tight, and what pleasure there was became dim.

But then a third hand clamped down on her thigh.

There was a snick as he cut away her underwear.

Baring her.

She squirmed, wanted to close her legs, unable.

Instead, all she could do was try and kiss Lars back as a second tongue—Bailey’s—flicked over the sensitive nub of her clit while Finn still licked the length of her entrance.

Lars drew at her, their breath growing hot and humid how they panted through their kiss. First one hand, then another, grabbed her breast.

And she couldn’t tell whose it was.

Realized that it didn’t matter.

There wasn’t a pleasure point in her body that wasn’t being lavished with attention.

And she felt like she would explode.

No…she was exploding. A climax pounced on her out of nowhere.

Her hips bucked hard, grinding two mouths against her sex. A tongue speared inside her while a warm mouth enclosed her mound and sucked.

Lars moved back, giving her air to gasp with. But then he had her nipple in his mouth, teasing that bud of puckered flesh with his teeth until she saw stars.

As soon as Cora’s hips fell back, Finn backed up and slid off the bed. Bailey was still kissing her, drinking her up like she was the elixir of life.

Fuck, she’d tasted like it to Finn.

He dragged a hand over his mouth, tugging down his briefs as he watched Bailey forcing a last shudder from Cora.

She lay limp and spent, chest heaving and eyes closed as she panted.

But they were far from done.

Finn stepped closer and grabbed Bailey by the shoulder.

The man tensed, giving him a wary look over his shoulder.

“This time,” Finn said, “you fuck her until she comes.”

“Jesus, man, I—” Bailey began, but Finn shoved him forward before he could finish.

“Just take it nice and slow,” he said as he climbed back onto the bed.

Cora’s head flopped to the side to watch him, and she gave him a wide, if weak, smile. That smile changed when he reached over and parted her for Bailey. A flicker of concern touched her eyes, but it was swept away by a wide-eyed, open-mouthed gasp when Bailey touched his dick to her entrance and slowly thrust inside her.

Finn lay on his side, slipping an arm under her head and twisting her toward him for a kiss. It was a breathless one from her side—more panting than anything else—but it was as if her arousal sweetened her saliva the longer Bailey fucked her.

Lars came to lie on her other side, and he grabbed her chin and pulled her away for a kiss of his own. Finn slid his hand over her thigh and urged her leg up and to the side, spreading her more for Bailey.

As soon as Lars had ended their kiss, he did the same.

Lars glanced up at Finn, a devilish gleam in his eyes as he tossed his hair from his face. “Thinking what I’m thinking?”

Finn gave him a nod, and untangled Cora’s hands from her shirt.

“How well can you multi-task, Princess?” Lars murmured to Cora.

Her reply was a moan. Bailey leaned over her, his hand between her breasts as he picked up speed.

“Slower,” Finn heard Lars say.

He glanced down, Cora’s hands finally free, and watched as Lars grabbed Bailey’s hip. He guided the man, slowing him down but making each thrust harder, more forceful.

Cora groaned, eyes squeezing shut and her pants turning into small gasps every time Bailey thrust into her.

Finn grabbed Cora’s left hand and guided it to Lars’s cock where it rubbed against her hip. She snatched at it, and began pumping it hard. He wrapped his hand around hers, and slowed her down. Showed her how to twist her grip when she got close to Lars’s crown.

“Fuck,” Lars muttered, burrowing his head in Cora’s hair as he bucked his hips.

Cora’s mouth trembled at that, and her eyes popped open. She seemed incredulous how much pleasure she was bringing Lars, watching his face with rapt attention as she slowly jerked him off.

Finn brought her right hand to his own throbbing dick. He liked it harder than Lars, but slower still.

Cora was clumsy at first, but when he’d corrected her for the third time, she picked up on the rhythm he wanted and stuck to it.

He kissed her again, but then he groaned into her mouth when she swiped the pad of her thumb over his crown. Lars took advantage and moved her face toward him for a kiss while Finn sucked at her breast and slid a hand to her clit where he stroked her.

This was too much for her. She broke free from Lars with a gasp, bucked her hips hard enough to make Bailey murmur, “Jesus,” above her.

“Harder!” she bucked again, and he and Lars both pushed her down flat on the bed.

“Eleven,” Lars said, nibbling her ear. “You’re a brave girl, Princess.”

“No, I’m sorry,” she said through another gasp. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Too late,” Finn said.

He tugged her ankle away and laid a slap on the back of her thigh, close to her ass.

Her entire body stiffened, and Bailey let out a muffled, “Oh my god, you just went so fucking tight.”

So Finn slapped her again, harder.

Cora whimpered, throwing her head to the side and mewling at Lars for a kiss.

He gave her one, but his hand went to her clit, massaging her as that kiss deepened.

She tore away. “I’m going to come,” she whispered furiously, her hands slowing on both of their cocks.

Bailey sped up.

Cora slipped over the sheet as his thrusts grew harder still. But Finn and Lars grabbed her shoulders, keeping her still so Bailey could fuck her as hard as he wanted.

She came seconds later, and Bailey a few seconds after that. Finn tried to kiss her through her orgasm, but she was unresponsive, riding out an impossibly high wave of bliss.

Bailey pulled out of her, breathing as hard as if he’d run a marathon.

“Not bad,” Lars said, running a hand down the man’s chest. “Next time, you’ll have to do it all yourself.”

Bailey gave a short, breathless laugh, and ducked his head to give Cora’s pussy a long, lingering lick.

Even that didn’t get a reaction.

“You still with us?” Finn asked, guiding her chin to the side so she would look at him. Her eyes opened reluctantly. Tears glittered like diamonds on her lashes.

“That was unbelievable,” she whispered. “But I can’t take anymore.”

He gave her a slow smile as he trailed his fingers down her belly and over her clit. He slid two fingers inside her, rousing a weak moan from her. “You’ll have to, baby girl. Still two to go.”

This was lunacy. There was no way she could come again. Her body felt like a city after a nuclear bomb had been dropped on it. Her muscles were water, her spine a piece of string.

But it didn’t matter.

In here, her men held total authority.

And they wanted her to come again.

Twice.

Lars rolled her onto her side. Finn grabbed her top leg and bent it at a sharp angle, and then spread it to the ceiling.

If she’d had an ounce of strength, she would have tried to twist out of such a fucking revealing position; the lights were still on for heaven’s sake.

But there was nothing she could do. Not with her one ankle still tied to the bed, and her body limp as a wet rag.

So she had to swallow her uneasiness as Finn ran his hungry eyes down her body, settling on the slit between her legs as if it mesmerized her.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful your cunt is?” Lars murmured in her ear. He ran two fingers down either side of her slit, sending electric pleasure thrumming through her all over again.

As if it was a command, her body came alive again.

“Oh god,” she murmured, managing a small wriggle.

Finn opened her wider still, and rubbed the length of his cock over her slit.

She began trembling, and couldn’t stop. Tears pricked at her lids again, perhaps from the slow, heavy wave of whatever the fuck it was washing over her.

Love?

Lust?

She couldn’t tell anymore. But she felt as addicted to it as a bee to nectar. She couldn’t stop wanting it, wanting them.

Finn kissed her, and again slid his length against her.

She was so wet down there, she almost couldn’t handle the sensation. Finn slid a tongue inside her mouth, urging her to kiss him back.

And god, she tried. She must have done something right, because he moaned at her, and pressed the tip of his cock against her opening.

Not forcing his way inside, but just pressing against her.

Anticipation brought goose bumps out over her skin.

But then he drew away again, and slid against her clit.

And Lars’s dick was there instead, his fingers massaging her folds as he opened her.

Oh, holy hell, this was too much. She gasped, wriggling furiously, wanting one of them to fuck her so they could end this beatific misery they were enforcing upon her.

Hands touched her breasts. Her eyes fluttered open, landing on Bailey. He stood behind her, kneeling on the floor, but his hands sliding over her chest so he could cup her breasts.

She wanted to tell them to fuck her, but did she really want another one of those slaps? Her ass still burnt where Finn’s palm had landed.

The feeling hadn’t been unpleasant, but she wasn’t sure if she liked it yet either.

As if reading her mind, Lars slid a hand down her thigh, and massaged her ass. Not the side that Finn had slapped, thankfully.

Finn broke off his kiss, and gripped the front of her throat. The shock of it popped her eyes open, and she stared straight at him as Lars slapped her and forced the tip of his dick inside her.

Finn’s eyes gleamed with lust, his lips parting as he let out a long, warm breath.

She yelped at the sudden pain, but it disappeared an instant.

“Start counting, Princess,” Lars murmured into her ear.

“What?”

“That was one. Nine to go. Start counting.”

“I don’t want—”

“So, you’re back to ten?” Lars said in a tight voice, as he drew out of her. “We’re going to be here all night at this rate.”

“Okay, okay!” She squirmed, desperate to reach Lars’s cock through the tangle of limbs. She touched him, but he drew back before she could get a grip. “I’ll count. Please, just please…” but she didn’t finish her sentence, in case they added more slaps to her punishment.

“Ready?” Finn asked. He bucked his hips and slid his cock against her clit again.

She gave an unsteady nod, urgently attemptingto keep her eyes open so she could watch his face.

Lars slapped her hard. His dick went an an inch inside her.

“Two,” she called out in a strangled voice.

“Good,” Finn murmured. He found both her hands and guided them around his dick, shifting a little higher on the bed so he wasn’t sliding against her clit anymore.

Another slap. Another glorious inch.

“Three.”

Finn’s face contorted with pleasure as she stroked his dick. Lars nuzzled the back of her neck, sending goose bumps over her skin.

Bailey moved away, and for a moment she wondered where he was going.

But then Finn moved into a crouch beside her head, and a warm tongue lapped against her clit.

She let out a hoarse cry, her body jerking at that unexpected touch.

Lars slapped her. Went deeper inside her. Somehow, some-fucking-how, she remembered to call out, “Four.”

But, oh god, she was so close again. Finn’s cock was inches from her face, the man a towering statue of muscle and erotic bliss as she stroked him. Their eyes locked, and his jaw bunched as if that contact was hotter than anything else he had to look at.

Like Bailey going down on her while Lars fucked her from behind.

She shuddered, her body overwhelmed by the multitudinous signals shooting through every nerve center.

The fifth slap she hardly felt; Lars thrust all the way inside her, and her count was a breathless, “Five.”

Bailey sucked and licked her clit so hard, she was seeing stars again.

Lars pulled out, and slapped her sex. A jolt of searing heat flashed through her. She let out an open-mouthed gasp, and Finn caught hold of her chin, using his thumb to keep open her mouth.

“We’re going to have to change positions if you want her to suck you off,” Lars said.

He barely sounded out of breath. In fact, he could have been providing commentary on a golfing tournament.

Bailey murmured a protest when Lars pulled her away from his mouth. She wanted to protest too, but she knew she couldn’t survive more punishment.

In a second, she was sitting back on her heels. The three men watched her for a second, as if waiting for her to collapse.

It surprised her that she didn’t. Shocked, even.

Then Lars grabbed Bailey’s wrist and pulled him onto the bed. Cora watched, breathing hard.

What the hell was Lars doing?

Bailey looked just as uncertain, until Lars eased him onto his back. “You got skills,” Lars said. “Make use of them.”

Bailey began to sit up, but Lars pushed him down again. Then he grabbed Cora’s hips and made her straddle Bailey’s chest.

Her cheeks flushed crimson. Holy fuck, this was too much. Couldn’t they at least turn off the lights? But Bailey’s eyes were on her, and she had zero time to protest before she felt Lars’s warm body press up against her back.

He was straddling Bailey too, but Bailey either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“Easy now…” Lars murmured, grabbing her thighs and inching them wider. “Let me show you how to ride someone’s face.”

Her body trembled at Lars’s touch. The way he guided her onto Bailey’s waiting mouth. He took her hips in his hands, and gently rocked her back and forth.

A pulse of pleasure tore a deep throated moan from her lips.

“There you go,” Lars said.

Bailey slid his hands out from under her and grabbed the inside of her thighs as she rocked faster against his mouth.

But no, that wasn’t good enough for her men. They all had to be involved; Lars wanted to fuck her while she rode Bailey. With Bailey concentrating on her clit, Lars stroked her folds, lubricating her.

She fell forward with a cry as Lars thrust into her. Her arms wobbled, her muscles too weak to support her.

Strong arms caught her.

Lifted her up.

Finn. He sat on his heels opposite her, less than a foot away from Bailey’s head. He moved close, until his knees were touching hers.

Lars thrust into her again, sending her sprawling against Finn’s chest.

He held her steady, arms tight around her back.

Which held her in perfect position for Bailey.

She could no longer rock, no longer apply as much or as little pressure as she wanted to her clit.

And they must have known it, because they kept teasing her. The tip of Bailey’s tongue describing circles around her clit. Lars’s cock thrusting hard, filling her for an unbearably long second before he pulled out.

Again, and again.

While Finn crushed her to him so hard she feel the pounding of his heart.

Her fingers brushed against Finn’s cock, and she caressed him again.

Fuck, how she wanted him inside her.

Her pants became gasps as Lars picked up speed. Bailey’s tongue began applying more pressure. And Finn grabbed a fistful of her hair and kissed her like it was the last chance he’d ever get.

Never in his life could he have imagined something this glorious. The feel of Cora’s trembling body against him—slick with sweat—made the urge to fuck her until she screamed his name unbearable.

He could wait, of course. But the longer he waited, the more furious his beast became. It howled and whined as it paced frenetically in his mind.

Wanting.

Lusting.

Ready to devour.

The sound she made when he tugged her head back for a kiss made his cock throb with a delicious wave of near agony.

Her small, soft hands did a terrible job placating his dick. But he’d make up for that when he fucked her.

Soon.

It would be worth it, if he could hold out.

He jerked her away from him so he could watch her pleasure. His eyes slid down her body. Her perky tits bounced as Lars slammed into her. The man’s hair was in his face, an animal snarl on his mouth as if he, too, couldn’t bear his own suffering.

One of his arms was behind his back. Finn craned. Lars had Bailey’s dick in his hand.

The man apparently didn’t mind. Then again, it would have been impossible for him to say anything with Cora’s clit glued to his mouth.

His tongue lapped her in time with Lars’s thrusts as they sped up. Finn grabbed one of Cora’s breasts, squeezing her hard as he relaxed the grip on her hair.

Her head fell forward, mouth open as she gasped.

“I’m so close,” she whispered, but her voice was so soft he doubted if anyone else had heard.

He’d heard.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

Her fluttering eyes gradually opened.

He grabbed the front of her throat and squeezed, rewarded by a delicious moan. His other hand went around her hip, fingers trailing over the curve of her ass.

He found the base of Lars’s cock, gripped it.

Lars let out a furious, “Jesus fucking Christ,” and stopped fucking her.

Cora whimpered, but she didn’t close her eyes.

He shoved Lars’s cock inside her, and she gasped, her mouth turning into a perfect ‘o’ of blissful shock.

“This hard enough for you?” he asked, squeezing her throat again.

“No,” she murmured with a husky voice. She shuddered, and Finn glanced down. Bailey moaned—perhaps because he was close to coming again with Lars jerking him off—but he’d begun sucking at Cora’s clit.

Finn forced Lars’s cock into her again, even harder. His fist connected with her pelvis, and he felt a shudder tear through her at the impact.

“Now?” his voice had transformed into a sinister hiss.

It sounded unnervingly like the voice of his beast.

“No!” she yelped, and her eyes brimmed. “Please.”

Her entire body quivered, seconds away from climaxing.

“Then you’d better fuck her harder, Lars.” He grabbed Cora’s hips, holding her steady.

Both Lars’s hands grabbed her shoulders.

They’d pinned Cora between them, Bailey working her clit as Lars prepared to fuck her over the cliff of her orgasm.

She screamed when she came. But it was a breathless, bewildered sound. Her nails tore at his skin as she tried to writhe, tried to force Bailey harder against her clit.

He wouldn’t let her. Together, he and Lars kept her perfectly poised.

Lars came with a loud groan, his hand sliding past Cora to grip Finn’s dick. Finn grunted, thrusting into the man’s fist as Lars let out a frantic, “Oh sweet Jesus,” and pounded one last time into Cora.

She was still riding her orgasm, oblivious to entire world.

Until Finn ran a hand down Bailey’s face, urging him to stop.

Bailey scrambled out from under Cora, wiping his mouth and looking as if he was just coming down from a three day mescaline high.

Lars backed up to the bed’s headboard, drawing Cora with him. He sat back against the headboard and pulled Cora’ into his lap.

She looked comatose. Her limbs clumsy, her eyes heavy lidded and fluttering. Her head fell back onto Lars’s shoulder, and Finn crawled closer.

He grabbed her chin, and ran his thumb over her parted lips. “Still with us, baby girl?”

Cora’s eyes opened. Her eyes glowed gold, and for a moment she just stared at him. Then she bobbed her head, and her eyes fell closed again.

Lars lifted his knees, Cora’s legs trapped behind them.

And he held her open as Finn crawled closer, dipped his head, and slid his cock inside her.

Lars was already hard again, but he kept his dick down with a hand, slowly stroking himself as Finn shuffled even closer.

His first thrust woke Cora with a tiny gasp.

The bed shifted under them as Bailey climbed back on. His boxers were back on, as if to say his dick was on hiatus for the moment.

Which was fine, because he and Lars had more than enough dick to go around.

Cora fumbled until she found a grip on Finn’s shoulders. Her nails went into his skin again, as if it was the only way she could keep purchase on his sweat-slick skin.

He wouldn’t be surprised; she was so wet he was in danger of injuring himself if he slipped on his way in.

So he took it slow, but hard. A rhythm that seemed to wreck Cora.

Her sounds became weak and pitiful, like an injured animal.

And his beast responded to that like any predator would; its bloodlust took over.

He leaned into his next thrust. Even Lars moaned, and he realized Bailey had a hold of Lars’s dick.

Repaying the favor.

With his hands free, Lars fingers worked feather-light strokes over Cora’s nub of a clit.

Finn brushed his lips over hers, and she jerked in response. Her lips quivered, and then she kissed him back. But her kiss was soon too breathless, and he knew he had to give her air.

Her final climax would be the most spectacular. And he wanted her to scream.

In pain.

In pleasure.

His beast slathered at the thought, and he fucked her harder.

“Jesus, you’re going to break her,” Lars said, but with a note of satisfaction to his voice.

Break her.

He wasn’t sure if it his voice or his beast’s.

He wanted to kiss her, had to kiss her, but she was panting and oblivious.

Lars leaned his head out, and caught Finn’s mouth with his. Tremors shot through Finn as their kiss deepened. It had been so long since he’d kissed Lars this hard, this intensely.

It had always been an odd sensation—pleasure bordering on strangeness—that he wasn’t sure if he enjoyed it.

But now, there were no weird thoughts chasing through his head. His beast made their kiss even harder, as if trying to overpower Lars.

And Lars kissed him back just as ferociously. A hand found the back of his head, and Lars became as breathless as Cora.

His balls went tight. He broke off their kiss, ducking down to catch Cora’s neck with his teeth. It barely muffled his violent, “Ah!” as he slammed into her.

She mewled at him, and he bit down on her skin, sucking hard so he wouldn’t bite and open a vein.

He could feel Lars convulsing under him, and a warm splash of cum on his leg as the man came.

When he pounded into Cora a last time, she woke up under him. The nails on his shoulders scraped burning lines into his skin as she yelled out his name. Her pussy closed around his dick, holding him inside as her body spasmed under him.

Her cry transformed into a stuttering gasp.

“Fuck, yes,” Finn murmured, thrusting deeper into her. “Come for me.”

She wailed, her hips bucking again, and he kissed her chin, her cheek, grazed his teeth over her collarbone.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, and her legs closed around his waist like a visor. His dick was softening, but he pounded his hips against her one last time, hoping to send a shock wave through her.

She clung to him, her body trembling.

A second later, she started sobbing.

But as soon as Lars and Bailey encircled them, her crying became soft and unsteady.

“Oh my god,” Cora whispered in a broken voice as she trembled in their arms. “Oh my fucking god.”