Jarek's POV
I swaggered back into the room, whiskey in hand, to find Dax and Kieran already lost in their rhythm.
They had Lilith pinned between them, their aggressive thrusts relentless, two searing c***s pounding into her without pause.
Her muffled whimpers were swallowed by Dax's kiss, her back pressed flush against Kieran's chiseled chest, her neck littered with bite marks and hickeys from their claiming.
I tilted my head back, downing a gulp of whiskey, but the icy burn did nothing to quench the fire in my throat.
My mind flashed to earlier, when Dax and I had her trembling, crying out in that same intoxicating way.
Were her eyes, always so prim and haughty, brimming with tears then too—half resisting, half begging for more?
My c**k throbbed, hard and aching.
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