I was on Viken. I was in bed with three men. I should have noticed it first, their scent. It was almost identical for all three of them, but I recognized each had their own variation. Lev, dark and powerful; Tor, open and confident; Drogan, wild and focused. I was quickly learning their subtle differences in personality—even in the way they f****d. I had thought I would like it just one way, but when each of them had their turn, I’d come for them all. God, had I ever.
I liked being brought to o****m by just Drogan’s face between my thighs. I’d liked being s*****d and f****d at the same time. I’d liked being tied down. I’d liked having a plug in my a*s. God, I was such a s**t for these men!
The things they’d done to me before I fell asleep were probably illegal in several states back home
