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Eden is concerning me. She’s hardly sleeping. Eating minimally. She’s struggling to maintain her composure—displaying classic signs of emotional dysregulation, hypervigilance, hyperarousal, as well as bouts of listlessness and aggression. Classic symptoms of post-traumatic stress, and hardly surprising, all things considered.
Beaumont pouts. Pouts like he hasn’t had his mouth on her breasts. Pouts like he doesn’t know how easy he has it, when his only kinks involve dirty talk and sharing and roleplay that makes a mockery of his profession.
He’s going to open her up, every part of her. He’ll rub lubrication into her sweet pussy, between those pale cheeks. He’ll rub his fingers inside her tight little rosebud and prepare to split her with his cock. She’ll almost definitely cry a little, the first time. I close my eyes and breathe out. “I loathe you.” “Yeah, that’s right and fair,” he says agreeably.
“You’re the luckiest degenerate in the world,” I mutter. “I do hope you know that.” He winks, his whole body loose and enviously happy. “I know. I promise you, I know.”
In seconds, the sight of them has reshaped my brain. My burning, unbearable jealousy wars with crippling, painful desire. And I don’t understand it. I don’t know why seeing them together, these two that I want, should make me hurt so gorgeously.
Only Jasper will know their patterns now. He’s Jasper’s to touch. Jasper’s to love. Jasper’s to giggle with. Damn it. I’m going to cry again. I blink hard.
“You think I wanted to? What was I meant to do, Lucky? How am I meant to win here? Because I can’t see a single way.” My words are hushed, haunted. Because I really can’t. “You love one another—you’re perfect. The two of you are both . . . so perfect. And I’m not.”
“This is different. I told Jaykob that I had feelings for all of you—including him. You all made this stupid deal. You all made me love you, and now what?” My brow crumples. I think my heart does too. “It’s awful, and I hate it. Heather was right. This whole idea that we all might work was too ambitious. It’s all too much.” And it hurts to realize it. It might kill me. Because how am I meant to choose? Surely, they’ll have to do it. I can’t. It would break me.
And I do want to spend hours and days making kimchi and laughing and learning new games. I want Jaykob to chase me and Lucky to hide me, Beau to comfort me and Dom to own me, and Jasper to shelter me at his feet. I bury my face in my hands, my tears coming fast now. It’s cruel of them to make me want it when it’s not mine to have.
“Jasper is one part of me, and he always will be. But I need you, Eden. Because he’ll always be cold sometimes, and you’re everything that’s warm. He hurts me in ways that make me sing, but you always make me feel good. It’s not about better, or more. You both make me dizzy. You both make me ache. And if I could spend the rest of my life loving both of you, I couldn’t imagine one better spent.”
She flips me off. “Not my style. But shit, Jayk. If you knew she was with him, then what the hell is up your ass?” I shrug, watching her warily. Is this girl talk? It’s got more cussing than I thought.
Why is this fucking idiot so endearing?
“Fuck,” she curses, rubbing the back of her neck. “I thought she was the asshole. But it’s you. You’re the asshole.” I scowl. “I ain’t the asshole—she shacked up with him.” “The old takebacksies rule. Gotcha.” Sloane rolls her eyes. “Come on, man. You can’t agree to share and then get mad when she does.”
“If you want her to give up multiple dudes just for you, you’re going to have to put up,” Sloane says dubiously from my other side. “Fix the hair,” Ava agrees. “The clothes.” Sloane nods. “The face,” Kasey chimes in with a shudder. “What’s wrong with my face
“You touch my hair again, and I’ll snip off the end of every flogger, break every cane, and burn every rope in your smutty little cock cave.”
“She wants you, you know. I feel the need to point that out, since you apparently have the self-awareness of a hamster on a wheel.”
A HAMSTER ON A WHEEL💀💀💀
“Would you like to know why I shut down? You come in here and parade yourself half-naked in front of me, your nipples begging for my clamps—and in another man’s shirt, no less. You’ve re-crossed your legs twice without a care, though I can see every single inch between your pretty thighs. It was either take control of myself, my girl . . . or take control of you.”
“Kneel.” The word shudders through me like a prayer, a call for reverence. Not taking my eyes off him, I lower myself to my knees. It’s a delicious space. His thighs are firm and hot beside me, sheathed in his black slacks. I’m utterly surrounded by him.
“We can’t change the things that happen to us—only change what they help us to become.”
“What. Does. It. Say?” Beau’s smile turns sly. We talked a few hours ago, and he insisted on me wearing the plug tonight. I know it’s going to be a distraction, but he swears it will help with my plan to talk with Lucky and Jayk. Worse, after we talked, he bent me over and wrote something on my ass in black marker—then had the audacity to order me not to look or else I would be in “big trouble.”
“Fucking mating dance,” Dom mutters. “I’m going to put the fire out. Make sure nobody molests Lucky.” Jasper hisses, and I glare at the women who are creeping in toward him. Without a word, both Jasper and I lurch forward, making our way to Lucky before any of the scavengers get too bold.
Jayk’s eyes are locked on us, and I give him a friendly little wave. He flicks his pocketknife open. The cutie.
“Eden.” I stick my tongue in my cheek. I can’t be this lucky. No one can. “What are you wearing under that pretty dress?”
Her ass that is decorated in thick black writing. Prepared this for you, buddy. Startled, my laugh fires out of me like a shot. “What does it say?” she asks anxiously. “Wait, you don’t know?” I look at it again—and bend over her ass, laughing so hard tears come to my eyes. Beau gets me the best presents.
I have to shove down hard on the voice insisting that anal annihilation is romantic. And that’s me. If Jayk sees that message, he’s going to rearrange her insides.
Beau. I am going to murder him. He’ll wish for water hemlock. How on earth did he even ask for that? Now, hi there, Jasper, I would really like to stretch my girlfriend’s ass out as far as I can. Be a doll and help me out?
“I wouldn’t do that.” He hands the pen back to Jasper with an impish smile. “But for legal reasons, I can’t claim responsibility for anything that happens to you because of the things that may or may not be written on your body.”
I want the three of us on my tongue like a Eucharist.
Beau’s hand runs up the back of my thigh, and I shiver. “Aw, but look how sad she is.” Jasper arches a dry brow. “You and I are very different types of dominants.”
“I’ll throw in a sweetener,” Beau muses. “You turn your submissive into a crying, squirming wreck, and I’ll make sure she is one, too. Then we can send her to Jaykob covered in cum and desperate for a good fuck, just like you wanted.”
“She’s so fucking pretty. Look at her take him.” He’s right. Eden is gorgeous on her knees, and I’m stunned by her sheer determination. Beaumont isn’t small, and her cheeks are red from the effort already, yet she’s taking him incredibly deep, sucking on him like she prefers him to air. Her loving enthusiasm is enthralling.
There are many things I enjoy about my work, but the evolution of sounds—the sordid symphony of it—is one of the best. Turning those sweet squeaks into raw screams is a delight. Breaking a submissive until tears flow and I can taste that unfiltered, fractured need? That is a calling.
by the time I’m done biting and ravaging her soft skin, there are red flowers blooming all over her chest. Some of them will come up in gorgeous shades of blue and purple, others will quickly yellow. Her breasts will be a beautiful bouquet for days.
“This won’t be kind, Lucien,” I warn. “I like you cruel,” he whispers. He soothes the jagged, unhappy scars in me. God, to be wanted like this—to be wanted for this—is such a gift.
I grip Lucien hard, not being gentle over his belted flesh. “This is it, Lucien. Whatever wicked spell you cast on me has worked. You win. I’m yours. I hope it hurts.”
“Eden,” I snap, and her eyes flick to me. “Eyes on me as I fuck you both.” Lucien’s words are jumbled now. A mix of please, and thank you, and I love you. I don’t know if he’s saying it to me or her, but it doesn’t matter. It’s all of us now.
“You’re not less.” He catches my hand against his jaw, and his swallows mine whole. “You’re everything, Eden.”
I know Jayk can handle my fight. I just don’t know if he can handle my heart.
I didn’t know Jayk could kiss like this—so full of unselfish desire. In it, I hear all the things he can’t find the words for. I love you. I need you. I’m fucking terrified. My hands rub over his chest as I pant into his mouth. I kiss him back. I know. I have you. I love you.
“It’s yours, Jayk. The first time, anyway. Make it good for me. Make me like it.”
“Don’t let anyone fuck your ass without lube. Do you have any fucking clue how much that will hurt? I almost tore you open. I—” “I love you.” My open, needy words cut him off mid-tirade, and he takes a shuddery breath, that uncertain look coming over his face again. “I love you.” I kiss his lips, his jaw, anywhere I can reach. “I lo—” He captures my mouth, swallowing the sound. He kisses me again in that slow, vulnerable, deeply un-Jayk way.
On a normal day, Jayk pulls my hair, bites me, slaps my cheeks, calls me name after name, he throws me where he wants me. But he still gives me pillows to kneel on. Shirts to lie on.
I don’t know how I ended up here, naked and spread wide, anointed by two men’s cum and praying for a third, but I’m so glad I did.
“Could make a whole meal out of that ass of yours,” he growls.
“You’re going to take this dick, sugar, and you better fucking say thank you.” His taunting words lack their usual bite. I’m shaking hard, my pussy aching. My nipples are pebbled tight, and all of me throbs with the need to be filled. My words start tripping out in a broken jumble. “I love it, Jayk. I love everything. All of it. You. Please, give it to me.”
As I whimper, he starts to shake . . . and as he comes too, I hear him whisper desperately, “I’ve never had anything for myself before, Eden. I can’t share you.”
“Write me a message like that again and see what happens,” Jayk growls into Beau’s ear. “I nearly ripped her apart. Next time, I’m coming after you.” He stands, releasing him, and Beau straightens stiffly, groaning a laugh. “She had her safeword. I know she’s safe with you,” he says good-naturedly, and Jayk’s return look is so violent, it might as well be a second punch. “She might be if she’d use it,” Jayk grits out. “Or if I wasn’t such a blind, dumb fuck.”
“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. She’s very sorry and will definitely be vocal whenever she’s scared or uncomfortable. She absolutely, one hundred percent, has learned her lesson, and as her self-designated sub tutor, I’m going to take her away to talk to her about this. Right now.”
“Eden, are you opposed to threesomes? Four can be a crowd, and I feel like we should wind it back. No offense, Beau. That will be on the sheet, but I think I need to know now. I humbly volunteer to be part of your first threesome. I humbly volunteer Jasper as well.”
“What kind of threesome, though?” Lucky asks shamelessly. “Are we talking taking turns? DP? DVP? DAP? Wait, no, scratch that last one. We can tackle that later.” Beau snorts, and I look suspiciously between them. “I don’t know what that means, but I’m sure it’s not appropriate to discuss in public.”
“I know how good he looks.” It comes out tight. My teeth feel glued together. Heather nudges me toward the lit-up tree, shooting me a taunting, gray-eyed wink. “Just go for him. You know he can fuck like a—” I shove out of her grip. “I will slap you.” She laughs, and I pluck her bottle from her hand. “I’m taking this as an asshole tax,”
