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Trystan’s hand slides down the flat plane of my stomach.

I gasp when I realize what he’s doing. His fingertips brush against my clit, so close to where Archer is sliding in and out of me, and my core clenches instinctively.

“Fuck.” Archer groans. His gaze flicks up to Trystan’s face. “I think she likes that.”

Trystan turns his head to catch my gaze, his turquoise eyes burning with desire. “Do you like it? You want more?”

I nod fervently, clinging to Ridge as the men support me between them.

I’m literally being held up by my mates, at their mercy entirely as they touch me, caress me—worship me.

Trystan watches my face carefully as he circles my clit with two fingers, matching his rhythm to the tempo of Archer’s strokes. Pleasure builds up inside me like steam gathering in a closed pot, and when Dare clamps one nipple between his teeth and tugs on it, I arch suddenly, crying out.

Ridge captures the sound in a kiss, and all four men keep up their delicious torture as they push me h
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