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Xander Fuck but my life feels amazing. I should be scared at the prospect of having three kids at once but surprisingly I am not. I know how rare triplets are and I am so excited to meet them. Will they all look alike? Will they all be the same sex or will we get a mix of both? Financially, I can take care of these babies and physically and every other way, I want Hayley and I want these babies. I don’t know what I did to deserve this but I am grateful for my blessings.

Ethan slammed into her cunt in one savage thrust, bottoming out so hard her arms gave out. “Fuuuuck, this cunt is still so tight.” Jax knelt in front, forcing his cock back down her throat. Ethan spat on her asshole and shoved two fingers inside while he destroyed her pussy. “You’re taking it in the ass tonight too, slut.” He pulled out of her dripping cunt and pressed his fat cockhead against her virgin asshole. Lia screamed around Jax’s dick as Ethan forced his way in, stretching her raw. The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch.

I joke. “We’ve been roommates for almost five years, asshole. I can’t help but know what you look like,” he deadpans. “Come on. Do it.” “No fucking way,” I say. “Scared you can’t hack it?” Axl asks. “No. I just don’t want to do it.” “Do you have any idea how much I can make in a night?” “Can’t be that much,” I quip. He says the amount, and my jaw drops. “Seriously?”

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

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“Talk to me, baby. Who did this?” I swallowed hard, tasting salt and shame. “They’re my mates, Mom. The Moon Goddess paired me with all three of them.” Her face went pale. “The triplets?” I nodded, another sob ripping free. Ryker, Ronan, and Rafe Blackthorn. The Nightshade Pack’s golden alphas. The most powerful, ruthless, and desired males in the entire region. Every girl at Blackthorn Academy wanted them. And somehow, the weak, wolfless daughter of a single mother had been chosen by the Goddess as their fated mate.

He stood, kissing Tyler with the taste still on his tongue. They soaped each other up, hands exploring. Jax’s fingers slipped back between Tyler’s cheeks, pushing cum deeper. "Still leaking my load," Jax murmured against his neck. Tyler shivered. "Keep doing that and I’ll drag you back to the bench." Jax chuckled. "Promise?" The water cascaded over their muscled bodies. Rivals no more—just two men burning up in private. The bet had opened a door neither wanted to close. Later, drying off, Tyler glanced at Jax. "Next game. Double or nothing?" Jax’s eyes darkened with lust. "You’re on."

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And most importantly, they would find the person together. That afternoon, Mark’s laptop was open between them on the couch. The website they found was sleek and anonymous, catering specifically to couples seeking a third. The air was thick with a strange, new kind of intimacy as they scrolled through the profiles together. Some were crass, just close-up pictures of genitals and blunt, misspelled messages. Others were creepy, their overly eager messages setting their teeth on edge.

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