His eyes closed. Clenched.

“Just like this.” He kissed her, pulled at her lower lip, stroked his tongue over it. “Like this, Kia.”

He turned her to Khalid.

Gentle black eyes stared back at her as she straddled his hips. Her breath caught as she felt the first touch of his sheathed cock against her.

Khalid brought her head down as Chase moved behind her, until his lips were against her ear.

“Close your eyes,” he said tenderly.

Her eyes closed as he slid deeper inside her, his hips working his cock into her.

“He has never, in all the years I have known him, taken a lover in such a way. With no covering. With no distance.” Khalid’s voice was so soft she could barely hear the words.

“Kia.” Chase touched her rear, spread her cheeks, and watched as Khalid finally lodged inside her to the hilt.

“He sees me inside you.” He kissed her ear with the utmost gentleness. “Ah, sweet one. There will be few times he will allow me this pleasure.”

She clenched around his cock as she felt the hard crest of Chase’s erection tucking against her rear opening.

“Hold on to me, little one.”

Her hands were pressed against his shoulders. Her nails curled against them at his order.

She whimpered at the feel of the hot, iron-hard flesh moving against her.

“His face is twisted in ecstasy,” Khalid spoke against her ear. “Tight. Savage. He will lose control once he buries inside you.”

She shivered, shuddered as she heard Chase groan behind her.

“I will enjoy being gripped by your hottest flesh this one time.” He kissed her cheek. “I fear, never again.”

“Chase!” She cried out his name as the head of his cock sank within her, passing the taut, tight ring of tissue, flaring it open as he snarled her name.

“Kia, little one. Easy.” Khalid’s hands tightened on her hips as he bucked beneath her. “Chase. She’s too snug for this,” he groaned.

“No. No.” Her nails dug into his shoulders. “Don’t stop. Please. Please don’t stop.”

Chase was bare, hot. She could feel every ridge of his cock, every throb of blood through the heavy veins as he worked the thick flesh inside her.

“Kia. God, how does he bear this pleasure?” Khalid was panting beneath her. “So sweet. So sweet.”

She clenched, milked the cock she held captive as Chase burrowed deeper into her ass, taking her, sliding inside her, slowly, easily. Until she held every hard inch. Bare. So hot. So wicked.

Hard hands clenched on her hips, her waist.

She felt sweat drip on her back.

“Kia. You must tell me,” Khalid panted. “If it’s too rough. You must tell me.”

She could feel the tension in the air, tight in their bodies.

“Ah God.” Chase seemed to shudder behind her.

“Chase!” Khalid’s voice was like a whip. Equal parts tormented pleasure and concern.

“Shut up,” she cried.

She moved, feeling them both groan, hearing it. Their cocks moved inside her, shifted, throbbed.

She could feel herself incinerating. So close to release. So close to losing that last edge of desperation.

“Chase.” Her back bowed as Khalid’s hands slid up her waist, cupped her breasts. “Fuck me. Take me, damn you. Give me this at least.”

At least the pleasure.

She felt him move, cover her, his forehead pressing into her neck when he finally snarled her name. And he moved.

As though the fragile threat of control that held them back had snapped, Khalid and Chase erupted with savage, male sounds of hunger.

They began to move, thrusting, stroking. It wasn’t easy. She didn’t want easy. It was hard and deep. They plunged inside her, cocks pumping, thrusting in synchronous rhythm. The slap of flesh, wild moans, hers or theirs, she didn’t know which.

She knew the pleasure was too much. She knew she was dying, burning alive and begging for more. Harder. Faster. Anything to burn through the tight knot of torturous need ripping through her.

Pleasure and pain didn’t compare. There was so little pain. The burn, the need, the agonizing hunger for more. That was pain. And pleasure. There was no word for the pleasure. It was pure ecstasy. It was wrapped in blazing heat. It was destroying her from the inside out and re-creating some part of her that she wondered if she should fear.

“So sweet.” Chase was kissing her neck, her shoulders, impaling her ass with blistering, hard strokes. “Ah God. Kia. Baby. I need you. So fucking need you.”

She could feel it, tightening.

“Sweet baby. God, I love your body, love…” His teeth bit into her shoulder, and she came apart in their grip.

Kia gave herself to it, tried to scream, but only managed a desperate wail of completion as she felt the tight knot of her clit, the tortured tension in her womb, simply explode. It shattered inside her. Fragments of who she had once been melted beneath a cascade of whoever she was now.

Behind her, Chase cried out her name, bucked, jerked, and she froze.

The pleasure was still a white-hot shower of intensity, and it magnified.

His semen pulsed into her rear. Liquid heat, spurting inside her as he turned her head to the side, bent to her, and stole her breath with a kiss that threw her higher, hotter, that stole her soul.

She was only barely aware of Khalid’s release, of his shuddering breaths, the thick throb of his cock as he spilled inside the condom he wore.

But behind her. Behind her she felt Chase. She felt him at her lips. Felt him inside her, a part of her, and she felt the tears that eased from her eyes.

Because she knew she would never be the same again. She had wanted to be what she thought could hold the man who now spilled his seed inside her.

She had wanted to be wild, courageous, and she had wanted to be a woman who could just take the pleasure he had to give.

She wasn’t that woman.

Chase was in the bathroom, likely hiding out, as males are wont to do when they are in a cowardly frame of mind, Khalid thought mockingly.

Kia lay in the center of her huge bed, a small, huddled little form who had cried silent tears as she climaxed between him and Chase.

Khalid finished dressing and sat down on the edge of the bed, staring back at her until she lifted those damp lashes and looked at him miserably.

He remembered being here two years before, realizing her screams and her tears weren’t those of an aroused woman, and feeling fury shaking his soul. He had nearly killed Drew that night. He had wished more than once that he had left the bastard lying in his own blood.

He leaned closer and brushed her hair from her cheek, watching her tenderly.

“Tell him,” he told her gently.

Her breathing hitched.

“Do you believe it would harm my feelings to know you do not wish my presence here any longer?” He waved his hand to the bed, feeling his chest tighten again as her eyes filled with tears. “My dear, as tragic as forgoing such pleasure would be, this is not what you need now. Tell him. Demand your due.”

She looked away from him, but he saw the flash of steel in her eyes. She was already there, he realized. It was the reason for the tears.

“As men, there are times when we are pitiful excuses for lovers.” He sighed. “We wound the tender hearts placed in our keeping, because our own lusts often rule us before our hearts learn how to lead us. His head fights what his heart knows.”

She shook her head. “It was only for the pleasure,” she whispered, her voice rough. “I thought I could do it.”

Khalid shook his head. “I always knew differently, little one. Your heart rules your lusts, and always, Chase has drawn both your eye as well as your desires. I’ve known this for many years. It was Chase who did not wish to see. To see would have risked his own heart, his own purpose. Ofttimes, men such as we are, we do not see the truth of our own destinies.”