“What’s for dessert?” Elliot asks from across the kitchen. His voice is calm, but I feel the weight of his gaze on me.

  “Shakes,” I say, trying to focus as Orion’s fingers trail up my spine. “Chocolate and cherry.”

  Noah hums in approval.

  Elliot just smirks. “Good. You’ll need the energy.”

  The room goes quiet.

  Not uncomfortable. Not uncertain. Just thick with anticipation.

  Orion chuckles low against my ear. “Well, fuck. Now I’m hard.”

  I slap his arm, but I’m smiling. Because we’re all feeling it.

  This isn’t just dinner.

  This is foreplay.

  And Callum?

  He has no fucking clue what he’s walking into.

  Everything is done with ten minutes to spare.

  Which is, of course, when the doorbell rings.

  Because Callum is the kind of bastard who shows up early just to see if he can catch me off guard.

  I don’t even hesitate.

  I signal my men to stay put and cross the room, smoothing down my dress, perfectly composed as I open the door.

  And there he is.

  Callum fills the doorway like he owns the damn place. Casual menace in every line of his body.

  One hand holds a bottle of whiskey. The other?

  On my waist, pulling me into a kiss.

  The audacity.

  The accuracy.

  “Miss me, Madness?” he asks.

  A growl builds in my throat, and I swear to God, I almost drag him inside and fuck him against the door.

  Instead, Orion steps in, snatching the bottle right out of Callum’s hand. “I’ll put this on ice.”

  The smirk Callum throws him says he knew that would happen. That he planned it.

  He’s already playing with them.

  Oh, I’m so keeping him.

  I lead him toward the table, and his sharp green eyes scan the meal like he’s just been handed the keys to a kingdom.

  He looks at me, at the perfectly grilled, indulgent, over-the-top stuffed burgers, the battered fries, the homemade shakes.

  And that smile?

  That slow, knowing, ‘you already belong to me’ kind of smile?

  Yeah.

  I got it right.

  “Damn,” he says, shaking his head. “How’d you know?”

  “She knows everything about us,” Noah says, a little too gleeful.

  Elliot leans back in his chair, watching Callum with sharp amusement. “No. If my notes were a brochure…” He lifts his glass, taking a slow sip. “Callum’s are scribbles on a bar napkin,” he finishes smoothly.

  I laugh so hard I swear I see stars.

  Callum just snorts, grabbing his burger like this whole thing is the most normal dinner in the world.

  “Are we even gonna eat before we start misbehaving?” I ask, still breathless from laughing.

  “Not a chance.” Orion grins.

  I roll my eyes. “I made my favorite because you’re a pain in the ass and gave me nothing to work with.”

  “You should spank his ass,” Elliot says.

  “And blindfold him,’ Orion adds.

  Callum takes a slow bite, chewing thoughtfully. Then he swallows, licks his lips, and says, “Blindfold me and spank my ass.”

  Noah nearly chokes on his shake.

  Elliot tilts his head, considering. “I like him.”

  “Dinner first,” I say primly, cutting a fry in half just to prove a point.

  “You gonna let her blindfold you?” Orion asks, propping his chin in his hand, looking way too amused.

  Callum meets his stare without hesitation. “She can do whatever the hell her mad little heart wants to me.”

  Oh.

  Oh, we’re gonna have fun with him.

  Noah leans forward, eyes flicking between Callum and Elliot. “You ever had a fivesome?”

  Callum doesn’t even blink. “Nope.”

  “Guess it’s all on you then, Doc,” Noah says, grinning wickedly at Elliot.

  Elliot sets down his glass and steeples his fingers. “Well then, I suppose we should set expectations.”

  Callum raises a brow. “Oh yeah?”

  Elliot’s smirk is pure fucking sin. “None of us will be the same.”

  Orion laughs, throwing an arm over the back of his chair. “He isn’t wrong.”

  Noah nods solemnly. “Seldom is.”

  Elliot lifts a brow. “Seldom?”

  Noah immediately backtracks. “Sorry, sir. He’s never wrong.”

  Elliot chuckles, satisfied.

  “Eat,” Orion urges. “You’re gonna need your strength.”

  Callum, unfazed as ever, pops another fry into his mouth. “So am I one of Madness’ men now?”

  Orion grins. “Can we keep him, Mom?”

  I swear to God I almost spit out my drink.

  Orion keeps going. “I need some balance with these two. You lift?” He eyes Callum critically.

  Callum doesn’t miss a beat. “Clearly not enough.”

  Orion’s grin turns feral. “I’ll fix that.”

  I shake my head, grinning, heart bursting.

  I love these assholes.

  “I think we can keep him,” I say, mock serious. “He’s mostly housebroken.”

  Callum licks salt off his fingers, green eyes locked on mine. “I don’t shit where I eat or sleep.”

  We all laugh.

  Because this is it.

  He’s in.

  And tonight?

  We’re about to ruin him.

  Dinner is an absolute indulgence. Every bite, every knowing glance, every smirk exchanged over burgers and milkshakes only feeds the tension.

  Callum fucking loved it. I could tell by the way he devoured everything, by the way his sharp green eyes never left me for too long.

  By the time we’re clearing the table, I can feel the shift.

  It’s in the way Orion’s fingers brush my waist as he sets the dishes in the sink. The way Elliot stands behind me, warm and steady, his presence alone making my stomach clench in anticipation.

  It’s in Noah’s smile, the way he licks a stray drop of shake from his thumb, watching me with a knowing gleam in his eye.

  And it’s in Callum’s slow stretch, the assessing glance he gives the room, the way he rolls his shoulders like he’s getting ready for something.

  “So, how does this work?” Callum asks, a lazy drawl, but there’s heat under it. A dare.

  Everyone but me looks to Elliot.

  Of course they do.

  I, however, don’t wait for instructions.

  I step away from them, toward the group room, and throw a sultry look over my shoulder.

  “This,” I say, voice smooth as silk, “Is where we all fuck.”

  Callum inhales sharply.

  Orion grins. Noah laughs. Elliot watches me like he’s about to feast.

  My heels click softly against the hardwood as I cross the threshold.

  I don’t look back.

  I don’t have to.

  I can hear them following.

  Their footsteps, their controlled breaths, the quiet hunger in the air thickening with every step.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Juliet

  Inside, I stop and turn, heart pounding, as they follow me.

  Four bodies. Four sets of eyes, drinking me in. Four men, mine.

  My skin is already too hot. My dress too tight, too much, too in the way.

  I reach for the zipper.

  Elliot’s voice stops me. Low. Firm. Possessive. “Let us.”

  Heat pools in my stomach.

  I drop my hands. Wait.

  Elliot steps behind me first, the others giving him space like it’s only right that he unwraps me first. Fingers graze my back. Slow. Purposeful.

  The zipper hums down, the fabric loosening, sighing away from my skin.

  Noah is next. He slides the straps off my shoulders, lets the silk spill down my body in a whisper.

  I step out of it.

  Orion kneels at my feet, unstrapping my heels. A kiss at my ankle before he slips the first off. Another kiss before the second.

  Callum lets out a low, appreciative whistle. “Fuck me, Madness.” He reaches out, traces a single finger from my navel to the lace of my bra. “You planned this, didn’t you?”

  I arch into his touch, smiling. Of course, I did.

  Elliot unhooks my bra. Noah slides it from my shoulders.

  Callum groans. Orion swears.

  Elliot’s fingers graze my ribs, my waist, my hips. “You are…” He exhales. “Exquisite.”

  My panties, soft pink, barely there, already soaked, are the last to go.

  Orion is the one to take them. He hooks his thumbs into the sides and drags them down slow, mouthing at my hip as he does.

  They all look at me.

  Starving. Worshipful. Fucking ruined already.

  I bite my lip, thrilling in the power of it.

  And then I step back, just enough to take them all in.

  Four men, mine.

  Dressed. Too dressed.

  Not for long.

  I reach for Callum first, because he is the newest, the one who still needs to learn.

  I hook my fingers into his waistband, pop the button, drag the zipper down. I watch his face as I do it.

  His green eyes darken. His jaw flexes. His cock is thick and hard before I even have his jeans past his hips.

  “Fucking hell,” he breathes, watching me the way a starving man watches his last meal.

  I drop to my knees to shove them the rest of the way down. Because why the hell wouldn’t I? I press a kiss to the sharp line of his hip. Inhale him.

  “Jesus Christ.” His fingers thread into my hair.

  Not yet.

  I stand, turn to Orion. My beast.

  He already knows. He’s already pulling off his shirt, kicking off his boots, smirking as he watches me.

  Cocky. Certain. Ready.

  I rake my nails down his chest before undoing his pants. Because I love that body, and he knows it.

  “Gonna worship me, sweetheart?” he teases, voice already strained.

  I push his pants down, fingers brushing his cock, thick, hot, heavy, as I do.

  His breath shudders.

  Yes.

  I move to Noah. My heart. My poet.

  He lets me strip him slow, watching me like he’s composing a sonnet in his head, already lost in the poetry of this moment.

  I slide his pants down deliberately, knowing he likes the tease, knowing he likes to make things last.

  He shudders when I kiss the center of his chest.

  Elliot is already undressing himself.

  Of course he is.

  He watches all of us, studying, cataloging, amused and unbearably aroused.

  I reach for his belt.

  He lets me.

  And then? He grabs my wrist, pulls me flush against his body, and whispers, “Blindfold, baby girl?”

  I whimper.

  Fuck.

  Yes.

  Elliot strokes my wrist with his thumb, slow, deliberate, teasing. “Say it,” he murmurs, his voice silk and sin against my throat.

  I swallow. Bare in his arms, my skin hot from the anticipation, from the way they’re all watching, waiting, ready. “Yes, sir,” I whisper. Because I know what he’s asking.

  Elliot chuckles, dark and low, releasing me just long enough to retrieve the blindfold.

  Soft fabric glides over my eyes.

  Darkness.

  And then?

  Hands.

  So many hands.

  Everywhere.

  Sliding over my hips, my waist, my thighs.

  Callum’s fingers skim the curve of my ass. Noah’s lips brush my shoulder. Orion’s mouth finds my breasts, hot and open and fucking ravenous.

  Someone, Elliot, I think, grips my chin, tilts my face up, breathes against my lips but doesn’t kiss me. “You take all of us tonight, baby doll?”

  I whimper.

  He lets out a soft laugh, deep and knowing. “Let’s see how well you can beg.”

  Fingers slide between my thighs.

  I moan, arch, reach for something to hold on to, but there’s nothing.

  Just heat, touch, mouths and hands and the overwhelming, all-consuming sensation of being completely theirs.

  One of them, Callum, maybe, cups the back of my neck, breath hot against my ear. “You feel how wet you are, Madness?” His voice is a growl. A promise.

  “Yes,” I gasp.

  Orion groans. I swear I can feel him stroking himself at the sound.

  My whole body shudders.

  The blindfold makes it worse.

  Or better.

  I don’t know.

  All I know is I’m surrounded.

  Touched. Kissed. Claimed.

  Every inch of me belongs to them.

  A mouth, Elliot’s, covers mine, firm and slow, owning every gasp, every whimper, every desperate little sound I make.

  Another, Orion, trails open-mouthed kisses down my stomach, his hands strong, sure, pinning my thighs apart like I might even think to stop him.

  I wouldn’t.

  I couldn’t.

  “Goddamn,” Callum murmurs, his hands gripping my hips, his voice thick with something dark and primal.

  “She’s shaking,” Noah whispers, his lips brushing my ear, soft, teasing, wicked. “She likes this.”

  Like is too small a word.

  I’m burning.

  I’m dripping.

  I’m completely at their mercy.

  And they know it.

  Elliot’s hand slides up my throat, his fingers tightening just slightly, just enough to make me whimper against his mouth. “You ready to beg, baby doll?”

  I moan.

  Orion chuckles against my skin, his tongue flicking over my clit, slow, torturous. “Let’s see how long you can last.”

  I can’t see.

  I can’t move.

  I can only feel.

  Hands. Teeth. Tongues.

  Worshiping. Devouring.

  Holding me open, spreading me wide, claiming every inch of me until I don’t know where I end and they begin.

  My breath shatters as Orion thrusts two fingers inside me, curling just right, stroking that devastating little spot that makes me sob.

  “Good girl,” Elliot murmurs against my throat, his lips slow, deliberate, like he has all the time in the world.

  He doesn’t.

  None of them do.

  I need them.

  Now.

  All of them.

  “Please,” I whisper, barely a sound.

  Orion growls. “You sure?”

  I nod. Frantic. Desperate.

  But that’s not enough.

  Elliot grips my chin, tilts my head back, makes sure my blindfolded eyes are pointed at him. “Use your words, baby girl.”

  I swallow hard. “I want.” My breath hitches as Callum’s teeth scrape over my hip.

  Fuck.

  “I want all of you.”

  Noah groans, his hands gliding down my body, mapping me, memorizing me. “You heard our girl,” he says, voice thick with need.

  Orion presses inside me first, stretching, filling, ruining.

  I arch. Cry out.

  A hand covers my mouth.

  Elliot.

  Of course.

  “Shh,” he breathes, his fingers tight on my jaw, firm, controlling. “You can scream when we’re finished.”

  I clench around Orion at that, and he curses, deep and rough. “Fuck, she’s squeezing me already.”

  “She can take more,” Callum says, his voice dark with promise.

  I feel him behind me, his heat, his weight, his hands sliding down my back.

  Oh, god.

  “Breathe, Madness,” he whispers, his cock nudging against my other entrance, slick, insistent. “Relax.”

  I try.

  I fail.

  They don’t wait.

  They take.

  Together.

  Hard.

  Deep.

  And I fall apart.

  Over.

  And over.

  And over again.

  I don’t know my own name.

  I don’t know where I am.

  I don’t know who I belong to.

  Because they all own me now.

  Orion thrusts deeper, his growl vibrating through my spine. “Fuck.”

  Callum’s breath scorches my neck, his grip bruising on my hips as he drives into me without mercy. “Tightest little thing I’ve ever had.”

  I whimper, wrecked, ruined, overwhelmed.

  But they’re not done.

  Noah tilts my head back, slides his cock past my parted lips. “Suck, angel.”

  I obey.

  Of course, I do.

  Because I was made for them.

  Elliot groans, his hand tightening around my throat. “So obedient,” he murmurs. “Our sweet little treasure.”

  His praise lights me on fire.

  I clench, shudder, gasp, my entire body trembling.

  They feel it.

  They know.

  And they fuck me harder.

  Callum’s rhythm turns savage. “Goddamn, Madness, you’re squeezing the life out of me.”

  Orion’s thrusts turn punishing. “She wants to come.”

  Noah’s voice is strained. “Let her.”

  Elliot’s hand on my throat tightens. “Come,” he orders.

  And I shatter.

  Hard.

  Violent.

  Mind-breaking.

  The pleasure crashes over me, drags them down with me.

  Callum snarls my name, spilling inside me.

  Orion grunts, jerks, curses, his release following.

  Noah groans, gripping my hair, his cock twitching between my lips.

  “Open,” Elliot says.

  Noah withdrawals.

  I open.

  “Good girl,” Elliot whispers.

  I feel them both, tips thumping a second before they spill onto my tongue. I swallow every last drop.

  Then he claims my mouth, kissing me deep, filthy, endless.

  And I collapse.

  Held.

  Owned.

  Loved.

  Ruined beyond repair.

  I can’t move.

  I don’t need to.

  Because they move for me.

  Orion shifts first, rolling me onto his chest, his strong arms caging me in. “Breathe, sweetheart.”

  Noah’s fingers trace soft circles on my thigh, soothing, grounding. “You were incredible, Angel.”

 

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