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The kneeling man deepthroats, gagging, while the woman on his thigh climaxes, squirting across his robe. He flips her, pounding into her ass relentlessly, her screams mixing with the group's. Bodies entwine, threesomes, chains of mouths on cocks and pussies, cum swapping in messy kisses. One elite warrior, a scarred brute, fucks a harem boy against the wall, grunting as he fills him. The hall's a symphony of whimpers, slaps, and releases, energy building then crashing in waves of spent bodies. My trio shifts uncomfortably, Ardyn's hard against my back, Kaelen's hand grazing my bulge, Zane biting his lip.

His golden hair and warm hazel gaze was a sharp contrast to his brother’s demeanor. They stopped halfway down the stairs as I locked gaze with the first. Time came to a halt. Snap. Again. No. Not possible. My wolf let out a cry of recognition. Another mate? The bond pulsed underneath my skin. It was fierce and undeniable. My heart slammed against my chest furiously as my eyes drifted to the third figure, the one with the golden smile. And as soon as our eyes met, the bond snapped into place. My knees nearly buckled. Three mates!

~~PEYTON~~ ⚠️ WARNING! ⚠️ **TRIGGERS** MFM Threesome Anal Sex (F/M) Delayed Orgasm Dubious Consent / Dominance Play Verbal Degradation / Intense Possessiveness Pain Infliction Gagging and Choking ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Step by step, I followed the scent…until the trees opened up into a small clearing. And then I stopped cold. My breath hitched. Three men standing in front of me. Not one,Not two. But three. All staring at me. Three pairs of eyes locked onto mine like magnets. Eyes that shimmered with recognition. Hunger. Shock. And Possession. My knees nearly buckled. Because I could feel it—deep in my bones, in my soul, in my wolf. They were all my mates. Not one but all three of them

Theo complimented. I could feel the heat suddenly rising in both of my cheeks. He looked so good too. Just seeing his charming smile made my heart leap. “Thank you,” I replied, trying to sound calm. “You look good either.” “Thanks,” he said with a smile. As we chatted, a tall girl with fair skin and straight blonde hair approached. She wrapped her hands on Theo’s waist. He seemed surprise, but a flicker of affection lit his eyes as he realized who she was

It was our dirty little pact to keep our dicks and cunts satisfied, soaked, and sore. But marriage fucked that up. No more random dicks wrecking my cunt unless Drey’s there — watching, stroking, joining in. Threesomes became our nasty little ritual —cum-drenched orgies with the private chef, the plumber, the immigration agent, even the fucking mayor. Drey’s deep in politics, so our bed’s been a cum-soaked playground for every powerful bastard we meet. I fucking loved it — every brutal thrust, every animal grunt, every stranger’s rough hands slapping my juicy ebony ass red.

“So tight for us.” Luka’s grip on my hips tightened. “Taking both our cocks like such a good girl.” I moaned loudly around Asher’s dick, the vibrations making him curse. The pleasure was intense, almost too much. Being filled in every way by the three men I loved pushed me over the edge fast. I came hard, crying out around Asher as my body trembled violently.

“We are going to fill you until you cannot hold any more. Until our cum is leaking out of you for days.” Rhydian groaned, hips rolling in a slow circle beneath me. “You were made for this. Made to take all three of us.” Their pace stayed deliberately slow. Each thrust lasted several heartbeats. They pulled back together, then pushed in deep, grinding against that sensitive spot inside me. My moans never stopped—that showed exactly how much I loved being stuffed so completely. Kira’s voice floated through my mind, soft with awe. “Three of them inside you at once. Feel how they claim every inch. You were made for this.”

He waited, patient. I forced the words out. “Threesomes. A lot of threesomes. Usually two men and one woman, or sometimes two women and one man… but always with a clear power dynamic. Someone in control. Someone being used. Being told what to do. Being… overwhelmed. I like watching the person on the bottom get passed between the others, praised and degraded at the same time. Made to beg. Made to take more than they think they can.” He nodded, no trace of surprise. “That tracks with the control and overwhelm you describe in your own experiences. The fantasy of being the one orchestrating it—or being the center of it.”

Julian hooked his fingers into my underwear and pulled it down between my legs. Jonas pulled his hand free to help, and then I was bare, spread out with all three of them looking at me. “Look at that,” Jonas whispered in awe. “You're dripping down your thigh, Annie, and making a mess of your sheets.” “Shut up,” I managed. “Make me.”