The morning light barely touched the penthouse when Ava woke up tangled between the three Devils. Her body was deliciously wrecked—p***y swollen and tender, ass still tingling from last night’s rough claiming, skin marked with faint bites and handprints. She shifted slightly and felt Marcus’s hard c**k pressed against her back, Blaze’s hand cupping her breast, and Shadow’s thick thigh thrown over hers.
None of them had left the bedroom since they dragged her in after the alley incident. They had f****d her twice more in the middle of the night—quick, greedy rounds where one would wake up hard and just slide into whichever hole was closest. She had come each time half-asleep, moaning their names like a dirty dream she never wanted to end.
Now it was their last planned night together befor
