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I lift my head, glaring at him. “If you’ve got performance anxiety, just say that.”

Lambert snorts, but the gold fire in North’s eyes promises revenge, and I grin happily back.

Sixty-Three

Dakari

Kyrith is a beautiful mess as she taunts North. Her hair is wild, her body glistening with sweat and sunlight as she stares gleefully back at him, like her defiance is the best idea in the world.

I’ve not shared her with him before, but from the way he shakes his head in mock disappointment, I’m pretty sure she’s about to regret every word.

Lambert rolls away, making room for the two of us to kidnap her from Leo, who’s still looking at her like she hung the moon. His bright red handprints are currently decorating her ass, and I roll my eyes as he squeezes it, drawing a parting groan from our girl before he eases her off his spent cock and moves aside to clean up.

Her pupils dilate impossibly wider as I crawl on one side of her, North on her other. Only the thinnest ring of brown surrounds them now, and her breath is still laboured from the exertion.

Between the two of us, we get her onto her side, and she squirms, rubbing her ass against North in a tease.

The Ackland heir bends, putting his lips right at her ear as he degrades her, “Filthy fucking slut, you’re literally dripping with cum and you think you can manage two more?”

Part of me is ready to punch him for the way he’s talking to her, but Kyrith isn’t the type to let him say those things unless she wholeheartedly enjoys them. So I kiss her instead, stroking her tongue with mine, tasting her and Pierce mixed together.

She breaks away with a mewl. A glance down reveals North’s fingers have found her pussy again, pumping in and out of the swollen pink flesh.

“You’re all full up,” he murmurs.

“She still has room for us,” I tell him, and her breath hitches. “Baby girl, you want to, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “Please. Both of you.”

A hand wraps around my cock. I tense even though we discussed this. North’s palm is slick with lube as he notches us both at the entrance to her cunt, the wet mess of her adding to the slip and slide. Hopefully it helps. This isn’t going to be easy for her.

Kyrith’s face goes slack, and her lips part with a visceral groan as her pussy resists the invasion. Then her body surrenders, admitting both heads.

Fuck. She’s literally strangling me.

“Oh, stars, please. North, Sir. I can’t.”

The man behind her grins wickedly. “Oh, so all it takes to get you to use my title is having your needy little pussy stuffed with two cocks? Good to know.”

I stroke a stray strand of brown hair out of her eyes, peppering kisses against her closed eyelids as she fights to accept both of us. “Good girl. You’re doing so well.”

North scoffs. “Don’t praise her. The brat can barely fit both of us.”

Rolling my eyes at him, I palm one of her breasts, marvelling at the way she softens under my touch.

“That’s it, baby girl,” I coax. “Let it happen.”

Our cocks slip in another inch. The hand squeezing our lengths together releases me. Thank fuck.

Slowly, gently, because the last thing either of us wants to do is hurt her, we start to thrust.

“Too much,” she protests. “I can’t?—”

“That’s not your safe word,” North growls against her shoulder, nipping playfully at the skin there.

I hold my breath, but she doesn’t object as we slip in another inch, then retreat.

Her tiny whines are constant, filling the air. I hang on each one, checking they’re full of pleasure, not pain, but North…