They both plunged into me, one and then the other and back again. The thrusts which lined up together sent me over the edge. I was made of nothing but pleasure and light and I couldn’t get enough. My eyes were closed and my mouth was open. I think I was speaking or moaning or something, but I was so lost in the whirlwind of pleasure I couldn’t have told you anything other than fuck yes.

Hands and the scent of water lifted me, pushing me against Ben’s chest so I was still upright and being fucked. A hand around my throat, firm enough to make my stomach drop before Luke whispered in my ear. “They’re going to fuck you until they both knot you, Esme. Do you want that?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. And if I give you a third knot?”

Just the word knot made my entire body shake and my vision flash white. I leaned my face away from him, baring my neck under his hold, the instinct to let him claim me so strong I couldn’t stop it.

“Mmm.” Luke inhaled the scent of my pulse. “I’m not going to bite this pretty throat, Esme. But I am going to fill it with my cock. And you’re going to take all of it. Every last inch while they fuck you.”

The orgasm dropped on me like an anvil, making me blind. I didn’t know I would like this so much—being informed what was about to happen instead of choosing. God, I was so tired of trying to choose. Letting them decide, when I knew without a shadow of a doubt they would stop if I asked. And it was fucking liberating.

Luke wasn’t finished. “And then I’m going to come so deep you won’t even have a chance to taste it.”

My whine was so loud it drowned out every other sound.

“Ben, take her hands.”

He did, holding them behind my back and using them as leverage to sink deeper and harder into my ass. Luke’s hands were still on me, and I felt more than saw him turn my head. “Open.”

The head of his cock pressed against my lips, and I let him in. He wasn’t gentle, and I didn’t want him to be. Long inches of his cock filled my mouth, stretching me wide, and when he’d reached the back of my mouth there was still more of him.

His hand sank into my hair, angling exactly how he needed to slip the rest of his shaft into my throat. All the way down, every inch, until my nose touched his stomach, lips stretched around his base.

“Holy gods, Esme.” Ben let out the words, half a groan.