Foxglove

My breaths saw out of my chest as I run through the swirling smoke, unable to see much in front of me but letting my instincts guide me. This place must be vast, because although I can hear screams, it’s as if they’re in the distance, muffled and blurry, and I’m all alone as my feet pound on the tarmac.

I come to an abrupt halt as a building emerges in front of me out of the gloom. A house. A haunted house by the looks of it. Perhaps I should hide rather than keep running? Jinx looked hella fit, and I’m sure whoever else he’s talking about could outrun me any day.

Not giving myself time to overthink things, I dash up the old wooden stairs and yank open the front door. It creaks and groans like a witch’s cackle, and I wince, hoping I didn’t just give myself away. With measured steps, I try to be as quiet as possible, all the hair on my body standing on end as I make my way down the hall.

Cobwebs and dust fill the space, old pictures decorates the walls, and flickering lights lend a really fucking spooky atmosphere.

“Little Doe…”

The whisper has my pulse quickening, and I twirl, gasping when a tall, dark figure waits in the doorway. “You really are a delicious treat.”

He steps towards me, the door closing behind him and leaving us in muted darkness. I can’t move, my body frozen as he gets closer, stopping just in front of me, limed in the light of a wall sconce. Like the clown guy and Jinx, he’s shirtless, his chest also dripping in blood. Black ink swirls up his arms and across his pecs, his abs bare of tattoos. His face is painted like a skull, his fathomless eyes lost in a pool of black and his mouth painted in a ghostly smile.

“W–who are you?”

I whisper, looking into the dark pits and trying to discover all his secrets. He grins, and a shiver pebbles my skin with goosebumps.

“I might be your best dream,”

he murmurs, closing the small distance between us, his fingers coming up to trace my cheek. More shudders cascade over me before my eyelids flutter.

“Or your worst nightmare,”

another voice says from directly behind me, making me jump. I spin, only to be confronted with the same man who was just before me. My lip trembles as my heart pounds.

Heat at my back has me gasping before enormous arms wrap around me.

“Let me go,”

I beg, my body shaking as fear and want war within me. It’s too much, my mind telling me this is wrong while my body is begging for more.

“No,”

the man in front of me says while dropping to his knees. My chest heaves as he skims his palms up my legs, his focus on my crotch.

“Stop.”

My hands claw the arms holding me, which only tighten with my struggles, but my legs refuse to fight like the rest of me, allowing the man at my feet to caress them with his large hands.

“No,”

the man behind me whispers, brushing his lips against the shell of my ear and leaving me breathless.

“Please, I—”

I stop, swallowing when another figure looms behind the one on his knees. He’s the same as the other two; skull makeup, dark eyes, and dirty-blond hair. Shit, there are three of them and only one of me.

The newcomer steps closer, and there’s an honest-to-god crow perching on his shoulder. It opens its beak and caws, the sound making me whimper. The man tilts his head, the one on his knees pausing with his fingers curled into the waistband of my tights.

“What did you want to say, Little Doe?”

the man behind me asks, nuzzling the side of my face. It’s like that one soft touch steals my fight, my body softening in his grip and my mind accepting that I want this more than I’m afraid of the consequences, of what it will mean for me to allow these strange men to do what they like to me.

“I, that is, um…”

I close my eyes, unable to look at any of them as the truth comes spilling out. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Had sex with three strange men in a haunted house?”

the one on his knees asks, amusement in his tone. I shake my head.

“Well, no, but also, just the first part.”

I crack my eyes open as I say the last, watching the man still standing in front of me as he stares at me. The others have frozen, then the one behind me lets out a deep exhale.

“Are you telling us, Little Doe, that you’re a virgin?”

His voice is strained, and I can’t work out whether my confession is a good or bad thing, whether they’ll stop. Then suddenly, the idea that they might makes my chest go tight.

“Yes, I’m a virgin,”

I whisper, licking my lips.

“Fuck, baby,”

the kneeling guy murmurs, and I gasp when he nuzzles his face into my crotch, taking a deep inhale. Heat fills my veins like lava is running through them, a pleasurable shiver working up my spine. “No one has ever kissed you here?”

“N–no,”

I answer, my cheeks on fire. I don’t know why I find my lack of sexual experience embarrassing. I suppose few girls in their early twenties still have never had sex, but honestly, the guys in real life held nothing to the book boyfriends I had. Well, until now I guess.

The energy in the room changes, like an elastic band snapping, and the man on his knees growls before practically tearing my tights down, my panties following. My chucks are hurriedly unlaced, and then I’m standing with my bare feet on the cold floor, naked under my skirt.

“I’m going to edge you, Little Doe,”

the guy on his knees breathes out, the hot air from his mouth fanning across my pussy and leaving me gasping. “You may not come until we say you can.”

He gives me no time to answer, my knees buckling as his tongue licks a hot, blistering line up my slit. Groaning, he throws one leg over his shoulder, and I’m thankful for his brother holding me up because the way he tongue fucks my pussy has me in a quivering mess in seconds.

“Does that feel good, little one?”

the man behind me asks, licking the shell of my ear. I gasp and pant as pleasure travels all over my body, fire building in my core.

“Oh, God,”

I moan, my nails digging into the forearms of the guy holding me up.

“Not God, Little Doe,”

he whispers, lowering his lips to my neck and sucking. “That’s Corvus between your beautiful virgin thighs. I’m Corbin, and in front of you is our brother, Crawford.”

My gaze snaps to the man watching, his muscular arms crossed as he steps closer, the talons of his crow digging into his bare shoulder. His eyes bore into mine, and there’s something about his silent presence that has the heat in my core turning into an inferno.

Corvus suddenly stops, sitting back on his heels, and I slump after being so fucking close to what I suspect was going to be so much better than anything my vibrator has ever given me. Glancing down, my chest heaving, I catch his eyes, his lips pulled up in a smug as fuck grin. His makeup is smeared around his mouth, the look so debauched that more wetness coats my inner thighs.

“Please,”

I beg, my core clenching with just how close I was.

“You beg so prettily,”

he muses, swiping a thumb across his lips. “And I really want to give you an orgasm, but good girls have to wait.”

Then he dives back in, the noise of him eating me out fucking obscene. I throw my head back, resting it on Corbin’s shoulder as he holds me up for his brother. Fire builds inside of me once more, and I cry out when Corvus stops again, letting me cool off for a moment before he continues to build me up.

I’m a sweating, hot mess, begging and pleading with them to let me come, but they ignore my words as he brings me to the brink again, and again, and again, never letting me fall off. I know what edging is, have read about it in the pages of my dark romance novels, and while part of me hates the denial, another part relishes how each time I get a bit closer, it’s stronger. When he finally lets me fall, it’ll be soul-destroying.

A warm palm cups my sweat-damped cheek, and I open blurry eyes to find Crawford standing there, his thumb caressing my skin.

“Please, Crawford. Please let me come,”

I ask, my voice a rasping whisper as I feel Corvus withdraw again.

A grunt fans against my lower folds, and I glance down to find Crawford holding Corvus in place, his hand gripping his hair and forcing his face into my pussy. A deep groan leaves my lips, the heat that’s been building for god knows how long exploding out of me in the most intense climax I’ve ever experienced. My vision whites out, my entire body frozen in exquisite bliss as I’m rolled under the intense wave of pleasure.

“Such a good girl for us,”

Corbin purrs in my ear, a final shiver leaving me slumping into his body and gasping as my chest heaves.

A tender stroke on my damp cheek has my eyelids fluttering open, and I’m staring into the dark eyes of Crawford once again. There’s a depth of emotion in them, shining with pride, and it’s so overwhelming that my eyes fill with moisture and a sob breaks free from my lips.

“You’re alright, baby girl,”

Corvus soothes as he gets to his feet, the makeup around his lips and chin completely wrecked. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”

My lip trembles as he cups the other side of my face before leaning in and placing his lips on mine. Tears fall down my cheeks, my chest aching as he kisses me tenderly, and the sweet, musky taste of myself blends with my salty tears, setting my taste buds tingling.

“We’re so proud of you, Little Doe,”

Corbin whispers into my ear, pulling me closer as his brother continues to kiss me.

Corvus ends the gentle kiss, and then my face is turned, a different set of lips pressing against mine in a demand that I’m helpless to deny. A deep masculine groan sounds from Crawford, goosebumps trickling all over my skin as he deepens the kiss, his tongue pillaging my mouth with ruthless efficiency. It’s like he’s chasing the taste of my pussy from my lips and mouth, the flapping of wings breaking the embrace as feathers brush against my face.

“Bloody bird,”

Corbin grumbles from behind me, and the others let me go so he can spin me in his arms. “Now for my turn.”

He cups both cheeks in his hands, my tears long dried as he brushes his plush lips over mine. “I bet you taste fucking delicious.”

Before I can say a word, he closes the gap between us, the force of his embrace pushing me up against Corvus behind me, who wraps me in his arms and presses his feverish body against mine.

A large hand snakes under my skirt, and I whimper into Corbin’s mouth, feeling his smile as thick fingers part my damp folds.

“How does it feel to be kissing one brother while another holds you and the third plays with that pretty pink pussy?”

Corvus rasps into my ear, eliciting a deep moan that Corbin swallows with a groan of his own.

My hands come up to grasp Corvus’s forearms, my nails digging in as Crawford slides a thick digit inside me. Fuck, I’ve never felt something so amazing, my hips moving as he slowly pumps in and out of me, building the pleasure once more.

I gasp when he adds a second finger, and Corbin chuckles. “We need to get you ready for Jinx, baby girl.”

His lips pepper mine with kisses as Crawford adds a third finger and my legs shake, the edge of pain enough to have me gushing.

“You take his fingers so well, Doe,”

Corvus praises, wetness coating my inner thighs, the sound of his brother’s fingers entering my dripping pussy loud in the room.

“I–I, fuck, I’m going to come—”

I gasp, my eyelids closing as another wave of pleasure has me seeing fucking stars.

“Good job, boys,”

a deep rumble says, and I open my eyes to find the man in the devil mask standing behind Corvus, the man in the clown mask behind him.

The door shuts behind them, and tension coils my lax muscles, aware that I’m now in a haunted house with five men, all of whom look hungry and ready to devour me.

“Hello again, Little Doe,”

the clown greets, his wicked smile sending a shiver down my spine.

“We warmed her up for you, Jinx, given that this is her first time and all,”

Corvus says, my arms falling away when he steps to the side.

Jinx’s eyes heat, his nostrils flaring as a grin tugs his lips upwards. “Thank you. Did you enjoy the attention of the triplets, little one?”

“Yes,”

the word slips past my lips unbidden, my cheeks flushing hotter at the confession.

“Yes, what?”

His tone is firm, daring me to defy him. I don’t want to though. Instead, I want to please him, badly, but I’m not sure why. All I know is that it’s not something I can help.

“Yes, Master.”

Four groans echo in stereo around me, and a rush of power makes my head spin. To have these gorgeous, masked men affected by my mere words is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Good girl.”

He licks his lips. “Take her downstairs, strip her naked, and tie her to the bed.”

My mouth falls open, but he just arches a brow as clown-man steps towards me.

“Allow me,”

he says, as he scoops me up, my arms wrapping around his neck. The blood on his skin is sticky, and I look down to find my beloved sweatshirt covered in it. I kind of like the way it looks though, the red against the baby pink.

“What’s your name?”

I question him as he carries me along the hallway and down the stairs. I guess this is happening, given that I’m not currently using my safe word to stop this madness. I don’t know what has possessed me, because never in my wildest fantasies did I imagine this to happen to me, the book nerd.

“Devlin, at your service,”

he teases, and a small, nervous giggle slips past my lips as he walks into what I assume is the basement.

I gasp as I take in the room. It’s nothing like I expected. Unlike the rest of the house, it’s clean, the walls a soft, deep red satin with many things hanging off them. There’s several items of furniture, including a four-poster bed made up with shining silk sheets, the same crimson as the walls.

“Oh my god, is this the red room from Fifty Shades?”

I choke, realizing why it looked so familiar.

Devlin snorts before saying in a droll tone, “Please, this is so much better.”

Then he places my bare feet on the floor while keeping me in his arms. The others aren’t here yet, and my stomach roils, my skin feeling oversensitive to the touch of his fingers. “Hey, you doing okay, ?”

My gaze snaps back to his as my muscles tremble. “I’m scared, Devlin. I’ve never even had sex before and now I’m in this red room with soon to be five masked men and—”

I cut off my words when he whips the mask off, exposing a face that must have been carved by angels.

“Better?”

he asks, his pillowy lips tilted in a half smile, his green eyes sparkling. His cheekbones are impossibly defined, his powerful jaw chiseled, and when he smiles fully, there are honest to fuck dimples.

My hand reaches out of its own accord, brushing the curl of blond hair from his face, and I almost moan at the softness of it under my fingertips.

“I see why you cover your entire face,”

I whisper, tracing the edge of his cheek with my fingers. “There’d be riots if you didn’t.”

His laugh is full of joy, forcing my lips to form a smile.

“I do hope we get to keep you,”

he murmurs, my hand pausing on his cheek.

“Keep me?”

My brows dip, the stark reminder that this is only one night making my chest tight. I’d not given it much thought, just living in the moment, but a part of me wants this to last beyond tonight, to feel this exhilaration over and over again.

“Don’t worry about that, darling. Let’s get you ready,”

he replies, taking my hand from his face and raising it above my head before doing the same with the other and then lifting my sweatshirt off. “Jesus.”

I blink in the low light, watching his pupils dilate until only the smallest ring of green surrounds the black. I nibble my lower lip, lowering my lashes to take in myself. My light pink lace bralette does nothing to hide my nipples, which push against the fabric. Coupled with my miniskirt, I do feel pretty fucking sexy.

“It’s a shame to take this off, but he wants you naked, and what Jinx wants…”

he trails off, his fingers caressing my stomach before he finds the zipper on the side of my skirt and lowers it, pushing the garment to the floor.

“Is he the leader?”

I ask, taking his hands as I step from the pool of fabric and he moves it to one side with his foot.

“Of sorts,”

he tells me, both of us straightening up so he can help me with the bralette. It’s crazy how comfortable I am with him, but he just has an air about him that makes me not worry about being naked in front of him. The way he looks at me has me almost preening. “He looked after us when no one else did.”

I consider his words as he takes my hand once more, leading me to the side of the bed and helping me onto it. Somehow, the sheets feel warm against my skin, and a sigh leaves my lips at how soft they are.

“We have soft blankets for afterwards, to wrap you up in, if you like?” I nod.

“Yes please, I love fluffy things,”

I tell him, my cheeks heating at the confession. It’s a silly thing to be embarrassed about, but there’s something so comforting about being bundled.

“Then I’ll make sure you get them all, and lots of cuddles,”

he says with a smile as he encourages me onto my back. “Arms up, sweetness.”

Taking a deep inhale, I follow his order, my chest warming at the smile he gives me. Butterflies swirl in my stomach as he wraps the fur-lined leather cuffs around each of my wrists, doing the same to my ankles.

“How long, Devlin?”

I ask when he’s finished, making him pause next to me. His smile is gentle, the bed dipping as he kneels next to me, his hand cupping my cheek.

“Soon, darling. But don’t worry, Jinx will take care of you, and I’ll be here too.”

“You’ll stay?”

I plead, nuzzling into his palm.

“Of course. The triplets will be here as well. We’ll all be watching, and you’re going to look so fucking beautiful with Jinx inside you.”

He dips his head low, placing a soft, lingering kiss on my lips, the sound of the door opening making my head snap to the side.

My body trembles as Jinx strides into the room, the triplets following him.

“Shhh, it’s okay, sweetness,”

Devlin coos against my ear, his warm palm caressing up and down my naked body. His gentle touch loosens my tight muscles, but butterflies still swirl in my stomach when Jinx pauses beside the bed, his hands going to his belt.

“You look so beautiful tied up at my mercy, Doe,”

Jinx purrs, the sound of the buckle coming apart loud in the hush of the darkened room.

I can’t take my eyes off him as he undoes each button, exposing the fact he’s not wearing any underwear and a thatch of neatly trimmed dark hair around the base of his cock, which springs free the moment he lowers his trousers.

My whole body stiffens at the sight of his enormous dick, a glint of silver at the tip telling me the monster is pierced too.

“No,”

I breathe out, my breaths coming faster the more I stare at it and try to work out how the fuck it’s going to fit inside my little kitty kat. “There’s no way that’s going to fit.”

Masculine chuckles sound around me, but I can’t take my eyes from Jinx’s trouser anaconda. He steps out of his pants, placing one knee on the bed, and I flinch so hard the whole bed shakes.

A warm palm cups my cheek again as Jinx pauses, his brows drawn as he takes in my trembling body.

“Hey, darling, look at me,”

Devlin’s soothing voice instructs, and I swing my widened gaze to his, my chest rising and falling with my panting breaths. “It’ll be okay, he won’t hurt you unless you ask him to.”

Tears sting my eyes, terror making my pulse race. “It won’t fit, Devlin. Please, he’ll tear me in half.”

Devlin smiles, his face softening. “He’s going to make it nice and slick first, little one. And it won’t tear you in half, it’ll feel incredible.”

“P–promise?”

I ask, my heartbeat calming the longer he holds my face, his other hand resuming its stroking along my skin.

“I promise, baby,”

he vows, dropping his lips to mine, my eyes closing as he kisses me like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him.

I stiffen again when the bed shifts once more, but Devlin just deepens the kiss, his grip on my face unrelenting and holding me where he wants as his other hand travels down my stomach. I gasp when his fingers make contact with my throbbing clit, someone—Jinx probably—tugging my thighs open more. There’s just enough give in my restraints to allow him to tug my hips upwards, my thighs resting on his warm skin, the hair on his legs tickling my skin.

I’m devoured by Devlin, pleasure tickling up and down my spine when I feel something prod my entrance. I gasp into his mouth when my opening is stretched over something hard and thick, my hands clenching into fists as the burn of the stretch combines with the pleasure rolling off my clit.

“Fuck, she’s tight,”

Jinx rasps, and a small whimper sounds in my throat when he meets resistance, my hymen clearly still intact. “Deep breath, little one.”

Devlin releases my mouth then, just enough to allow me to take a deep inhale, which I scream out as Jinx thrusts forward, tearing into my body. Tears fill my eyes, the pain intense, Devlin still playing with my clit as Jinx pauses.

“You’re doing so well, sweetness,”

Devlin praises, kissing the tears from my cheeks as they fall.

“I–It hurts,”

I sob, the pain unlike anything I’ve experienced before. It’s so deep inside me, and with Jinx buried in my body, there’s no relief.

“I know, baby, but it’ll soon get better,”

Devlin tells me, his fingers moving around and over my clit faster.

“Fuck, you feel incredible, Little Doe,”

Jinx groans, and I blink open my eyes to look beyond Devlin. Jinx’s jaw is clenched tightly, his bright blue eyes almost entirely black as he stares down at me. “You tell me when you’re ready, and I can show you how you’ve marked me.”

My brows lower, the pain receding with every touch of Devlin on my clit. “Marked you?”

“Do you want to see?”

Devlin asks me, and I flick my gaze to him before looking back to Jinx.

“Yes.”

A sharp hiss falls from my lips as Jinx slowly withdraws, his hands gripping my thighs tightly, and I look down between us to see the glimmer of red on his hard cock.

“You’ve claimed him as much as he’s claimed your first time, darling,”

Devlin states, and I swallow, a small keen leaving my throat at his words. I like the idea of Jinx being mine, of marking him with my first time. There’s an empowerment I never knew existed in knowing that I gave my gift to him and that no one else will experience this same thing with me.

“Ready, little one?”

Jinx asks, drawing my attention back up to his face.

Swallowing once more, my hips twitching from the heady pleasure that Devlin is forcing on me, I nod.

“Such a good girl for us,”

Corvus says, and my head snaps to the side, finding him beside the bed, his large, hard dick in his fist, silver glinting on the underside as he strokes it up and down.

“Our perfect Doe,”

Corbin adds, coming up next to his brother as they stare at me, both of their arms working up and down as they fist their cocks.

The flapping of wings has my head twisting, looking beyond Devlin’s shoulder to find Crawford standing there, the crow still perched on his shoulder as he, too, jacks off.

“Eyes on me, Doe,”

Jinx orders, and I snap my gaze to him just as he thrusts forward and fills me up. The pain is mixed with pleasure this time, Devlin not relenting on his assault of my clit as Jinx pulls out, only to slam in again.

Cries fall from my lips, my skin covered in a sheen of sweat as Jinx pounds into me over and over again, the pain almost entirely swallowed up with pleasure, the sounds of the guys pleasuring themselves adding to the lust filling the air.

“Fuck, Jinx,”

I rasp, every nerve ending lighting up as my climax draws nearer. My body jerks with every forceful move of his, my back arching as he goes deeper, sweat dripping down the side of his face as he works me over.

“Don’t come until I tell you to, sweetness,”

Devlin commands, and a small whine leaves my throat because I’m so close that I don’t know how I’m going to hold it back. “If you obey, I’ll make sure the rest of us mark you with our cum.”

My mouth drops open with a deep moan at his words, the idea of being covered in their cum heating my blood to boiling point. I freeze, realizing that I don’t know if Jinx put a condom on.

“Protection,”

I choke, my eyes locking with his, but he doesn’t even pause.

“I won’t have a barrier between us, Dove,”

he snarls, punching his hips deeper until my eyes roll.

“I’m not—fuck—I don’t have birth control,”

I gasp out, my climax beginning to overtake rational thought.

“I don’t give a shit,”

he growls, fucking me even faster, the slapping of our bodies loud in the room. “I’m going to fill you with my cum, fill this perfect body with my baby.”

His words should scare the shit out of me, but they don’t. Nope, fucked-up bitch I am, they light a fire inside me that is impossible to control. “The way your pussy just clamped down on me tells me you want that too.”

Deep groans sound around me as Jinx fucks me harder, my breaths coming in short, sharp pants as he surges into me repeatedly.

“Do you want his baby inside you, darling?”

Devlin asks, his voice strained, and I glance at him to see his free hand wrapped around his own dick, metal glinting at the tip as he pumps his fist up and down. “Do you want us to all fill you until it’s leaking from that sweet pussy of yours?”

“Devlin, please…”

I moan, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. It’s even more all-encompassing than upstairs with the triplets, my entire body trembling with the effort to hold my orgasm at bay. “Please, please, please.”

“Now!”

Jinx roars, thrusting deep inside me, and I shatter at the sharp pain in my core. My whole body goes rigid, my eyes closing as I ride a wave of euphoria so intense I can’t even breathe. Liquid shoots out of me, coating Jinx and my inner thighs and pelvis as I come so fucking hard I see stars.

A deep groan has my eyelids cracking open before hot cum splashes against my hip and stomach as Devlin comes all over me, triggering another wave of orgasm. The bed dips beside me, then ropes of cum hit my breasts and stomach as Corbin and Corvus climax, their sounds of pleasure enough to have me pulsing again, Jinx cursing as my inner walls tighten around him.

The bed on my other side shifts, and I twist my head to see Devlin climbing off and Crawford taking his place, shooing the crow off his shoulder who squawks as it flaps off to land on one piece of furniture.

“Open your mouth for our brother,”

Corbin orders, his voice lower than before, and I do as he says, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue.

Crawford’s eyes darken, his nostrils flaring as all the veins on his forearm pop. His cock is even bigger than Jinx’s, metal decorating the end and underside as he pumps it faster, a deep groan vibrating in his chest as his hips jut forward.

Hot, salty cum lands on my tongue and chin, some even hitting my cheek as he doesn’t take his eyes off me. Another tremor shudders throughout my body, Jinx cursing once more as I clamp around his semi-hard dick, which is still buried inside me.

Swallowing the musky cum on my tongue, I watch as the last of Crawford’s climax dribbles out of his tip, and I stretch forward, a frustrated sound escaping my lips when I can’t reach to lick it off.

“Fuck, brother, help her out,”

Corvus rasps, and then the tip of Crawford’s enormous dick is at my lips, and I open them, sucking him inside my mouth so I can clean every drop off him.

I love the way he tastes, the way his hand strokes my hair back from my face, his face soft and serene as I lap at his slit, making sure not a drop is wasted.

“So fucking perfect for us, desperate for our cum like our good little cum slut,”

Devlin praises from behind Crawford, and I pop off, satisfied that I’ve got it all.

Hands rub up and down my body, massaging the cum into my skin, and I moan, my back arching into the touch of these men that I barely know, but who all own a piece of me that no one else does. I lie for several moments, just soaking in their attention, my eyes closed in bliss.

The bed shifts and I open my eyes to watch Crawford get off, Devlin taking his spot beside me again, reaching for the cuff on my wrist as the others are undone. I moan when Jinx finally pulls out of me, but he presses my thighs tightly together, as if he doesn’t want any of his cum spilling out. “Do you want to wash up first, and then get wrapped up?”

Devlin questions softly, and I open my eyes to find his cheeks flushed, the look in his eyes satisfied. My breath catches, tears stinging my eyes at the idea of washing them off me, and his brows furrow when he sees my reaction. “Do you want to keep our cum on you, baby?”

Relief has my body relaxing as I curl to my side, reaching for his skin, loving the soft feel of it underneath my fingertips. “Can I keep it, please? Just for a little bit.”

“Of course, darling. Nothing would make us happier than knowing you’re covered in us. Let me just wash your face while they change the bed, okay?”

“Okay,”

I agree, my eyelids fluttering as exhaustion sweeps over me. “Then cuddles. With everyone.”

My eyelids drift closed as strong arms slide underneath me, sweeping me up against a firm chest that feels damp and smells like freshly-washed man. Blinking my eyes open, I find Crawford holding me as if I weigh nothing, striding to the other side of the room where an open door reveals a luxurious bathroom.

Devlin is ahead of us, grabbing a washcloth and running it under the tap before squeezing it out and bringing it over to me. Crawford doesn’t release me, just holds me close as Devlin cleans off the silent man’s cum from my chin. He leaves my body, which is still tacky but I don’t care. I want them on my skin for a little while longer. I don’t have the energy to question the need, just allow myself to live with it and accept it as easily as they have.

They quickly finish up, then we walk back in to find the bed is now twice its previous size and covered in soft-looking blankets.

“We’re just going to wash up and then we’ll be in to snuggle, okay, Doe?”

Jinx asks as he strides towards me. His palm comes out to cup my cheek and I snuggle into it. “You did so well, precious one.”

“Don’t take too long?”

I ask, worrying my bottom lip with my teeth, knowing that I’m sounding beyond needy, yet unable to help it. I don’t know why, but I just need them all in the bed with me.

“We’ll be quick, promise, love,”

he tells me, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

Then he pulls away, Devlin already there to do the same before Corbin and Corvus repeat the move until my lips tingle from all of their attention. Crawford makes his way over to the bed, placing me carefully down before allowing me to scoot into the middle under the soft blankets. He snuggles in behind me, pulling me close into his feverish body before banding his arms around me, and my entire body relaxes into his.

He presses a soft kiss to my head, and I close my eyes, the bed dipping in front of me what feels like seconds later.

“Sleep now, little one,”

Jinx instructs, tucking his body close to mine and kissing my forehead. “We’ll take care of you.”

My body relaxes even more as I count the others getting in either side of us, then I drift off to the sound of their breathing, Jinx’s heartbeat loud in my ear as I press my cheek to his chest with Crawford spooning me from behind.

The End…maybe…