Chapter 4

four

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River

" T hat's right, sparrow. Open up for us. I've been dying to stretch you out again." Cross's voice rolled through my mind, drugging me with its seductive rasp.

Walker's grip on my hips tightened. "Wait your turn. Can't you see she's busy?"

"I thought the point of this arrangement was that no one has to wait," Bishop said, his fingers gliding down my spine. The touch sent tingles racing over my skin, making my nipples harden on reflex. "Fuck, look at that. So responsive. They look like ripe berries, perfect and delicious."

"Why don't you take a taste?" I teased, but my words were breathy and stilted as Walker lifted me up and notched his swollen cock at my entrance.

Bishop did, the wet heat of his mouth a perfect contrast to the rough scratch of Cross's stubbled jaw as he nipped the side of my neck.

"So wet for us, darlin'. You ready to go for a ride?"

Walker didn't even wait for me to answer, sliding inside me in one smooth thrust, his piercing lighting me up as it rubbed against all the best spots.

"Oh, God."

My moans were swallowed by Bishop's kiss, his hands now tangled in my hair as his tongue danced with mine. Walker's cock jerked inside me, hips rutting upward in search of a way to get even deeper inside. God, I wanted this. I wanted them .

Cross's lips trailed over my shoulder blade, then down my spine, until he kissed each of the dimples just over the swell of my ass, his fingers running across my lower belly until he found my clit.

"Lean forward, sweetness. I need to see all of you."

Bishop released me, helping me lay down on top of Walker, who eagerly wrapped me in his arms, his lips feasting on mine. Sterling continued to stroke my hair, offering silent encouragement while Walker lazily thrust in and out of me.

"Christ," Cross grunted, his fingers dipping between my ass cheeks, pausing to press against my virgin hole. "Has anyone had you here before?"

"N-no. I... no one's touched me like that."

I could feel the smirk before he let out a dark chuckle. "Such a good girl, saving all your firsts for me."

"Not all," Bishop corrected. "I'm the one who taught her how to suck a dick."

"Thanks for that," Walker said, his voice strained. "She's a fucking champ."

"Yeah, she is," Cross agreed.

Walker did something with his hips, and I wailed as pleasure ricocheted through me.

"Fuck, Cross, stop teasing her. She's so tight. She's gonna make me come before this really gets started."

"I'm not teasing her. I'm warming her up. If she's going to take both of us at once, we need to make sure she can handle it."

And then, his mouth was there , tongue tracing the rim of my hole, making me gasp at the forbidden sensation. He pulled away before I was ready, but he didn't move far, spreading my cheeks wider apart.

"What are you doing?" I panted.

"Can't you tell, siren? He's spitting on you. Needs to lube you up before he works his fingers inside you."

"Oh, God." I rolled my eyes up to meet Bishop's. The look of pure lust on his face had me clenching around Walker as Cross's warm saliva trailed down my crack.

Walker whimpered, then grunted, "Jesus fucking Christ, darlin'. You're killing me."

"If you blow, I'll just take your place," Bishop offered.

The thought of that was enough to have my walls clenching again.

"Shh, relax, baby," Cross said, the blunt tip of one finger pressing into me.

I moaned. It was all I could do as he worked it inside slowly.

"It's too much," I protested.

"You know how big I am. If you want us both, I have to stretch you."

I nodded, too incoherent to form words when he added a second finger.

"Don't move a fucking muscle, ladybug. I swear to God, I'm holding on for dear life here. You squeeze me so good. Are you trying to milk my cock?"

It was all so much. The filthy words, their hands on me, all at the same time. Even still, I wanted more. I wanted everything.

"Please," I gasped, not entirely sure what I was asking for, but trusting them to know.

Bishop ran a thumb over my jaw, stopping when he reached my lips. He slipped the digit between them, eyes hot as he stared at me. "You look so pretty stuffed full, but you'd be even prettier with my dick in your throat."

"Yes," I agreed, desperate to have them all inside me.

Still holding my gaze, he gave himself a few lazy strokes before rubbing the crown of his cock along my bottom lip. A bead of precum spread over my mouth, and I couldn't resist; I flicked my tongue out to taste him. Salty and potent. Exactly like I remembered.

"Open wide, sugar. I've got a present for you."

As I took him into my mouth, a stream of liquid spilled over my ass. Lube, I realized. Thank God.

Bishop groaned when I let out a hum of surprise as Cross's dick slid between my cheeks. And then I was the one groaning as he forced his thick length inside.

Walker let out a stream of unintelligible curses, which I echoed in my soul. I knew exactly what he meant. The added pressure, the intensity of the dueling glides in and out of me as they found their rhythm. It was nirvana. I was going to die of pleasure.

"Fuck, I love you, River," Cross grunted. "You take us so fucking good. You were made for us."

"Me too. I love you so much, darlin'. I wanna live here and never leave," Walker said through gritted teeth.

"Never gonna let you go. You're ours. Forever." Bishop's cock swelled in my mouth as Cross gripped my hips hard enough it hurt.

"We're gonna fill you so full of our cum it'll be dripping out of you for days," Cross growled.

I moaned my approval, silently begging them to do just that. I was so close to my own climax, but I wanted all of us to go off together.

Agony burst across my side, bright and sharp. "Wake the fuck up, bitch."

My eyes flew open, the refuge of my fantasy instantly taken over by the nightmare of my reality. Gone were the cozy loft and my three protective lovers. In their place was a dank and dingy cell that smelled of mildew and despair.

No . I don't want to be here. Let me go back. I want to be with them.

I already knew better than to give voice to my prayers. All they did was bring me more pain.

My kidnapper, Pytor, hovered over me, his face twisted in its usual scowl. "Eat." He shoved a water bottle and plate at me. Both fell in my lap, my limbs sluggish from the effects of sleep and sedatives. Not that I had much of an appetite for the moldy ham and cheese sandwich he'd brought me anyway.

I'd lost track of the days; everything blurred together here. But I supposed that made sense since there were no windows to tell me what time of day it was. He kept me drugged for the most part, feeding me once a day, if I was lucky, and coming to empty my... bucket.

"Wh-why are you doing this?" I managed to get out through my dry throat.

He sneered, disgust on his face. "He told me to. Now shut up and eat. You need your strength."

"For what?"

But he didn't answer me. I didn't expect him to; he rarely did.

Instead he stormed back out, slamming and locking the door behind him.

Staring at the meager offering he'd brought me, I shoved it away. The drugs were in the water, that much I'd figured out. But if I didn't drink it, I'd die of dehydration, or they'd simply shoot me up with a needle. I'd woken up once attached to an IV with fluids running directly to my vein. They wanted me alive, that much was certain, and I couldn't outsmart them. Nor could I win in a fight.

I'd stopped crying after what I thought was the second day, my tears burning away in light of my rage. But then I lost that too. Now I was merely surviving. Trying to stay alert long enough to plan an escape or outwit my kidnappers, but ultimately succumbing to the drugs. At least in my dreams, I could see my men again. Could say all the things I'd never had a chance to say in person.

At least when I was sleeping, I was free.

Numb and hollow, I reached for the water, twisting open the cap before I drained half the bottle in one long swallow. Then I curled up into a ball once more, praying I'd find them again in my dreams.

Somewhere out there, I knew they were looking for me. That they wouldn't stop until they found me. I just hoped there'd be something left of me to find.