I moved between the three of them like a hungry animal, cycling through Kian's thickness, Damon's raw length, and Ethan's polished hardness. My cheeks were slick, my jaw ached, and my throat was raw, but I didn't dare slow down.
Every minute felt like a test, every deep, throaty groan from them a score I had to achieve.
“Stop, stop the mouth work,” Damon suddenly commanded, his voice gruff.
He grabbed my wrist, pulling me up, and I barely had time to wipe my chin before he hauled me over his shoulder, his massive hand covering my ass.
“Time for the main event,” he growled, tossing me onto the large, king-sized bed in the center of the room. The silky sheets felt cool beneath my hot skin.
Ethan was already there, pulling a black leather belt...not a regular one, but a whip with heavy t
