Someone makes an impatient sound, only ratcheting up the palpable lust in the room, because…we’re being watched. It’s the hottest feeling in the world to know the other three men you love are watching you be ravaged by the fourth.

I can’t help but wonder who is desperately fucking me like it’s all they’ve ever wanted to do. More things spill to the ground, the wall cracks behind me, and the brutal rhythm only gets more punishing as he makes sounds behind gritted teeth.

Something inside me fuses to something inside him. I’m not sure what it is, or why it happens, but words are dragged from my lips before I can stop them.

“I love you too,” I whisper, only panicking a little once I realize how possibly premature that is.

They’ve known me one day. I’ve been falling in love with them for years. But—

The hands on me grip that much tighter, as his hips stagger, the rhythm almost losing pace, just as something unnaturally good washes over me from head to toe.

My entire body quivers with the unrelenting sensations that assail each and every one of my nerves, twisting out each morsel of pleasure one person can experience.

I cry out and bite down on the shoulder near my mouth, stifling what sounds I can, mostly because I’m not sure what’s sexy and what’s not. I certainly don’t want to scare anyone away. I want to feel that over and over and over—

His hips still, and he groans like he feels tortured, as he hugs me to him, breathing me in. I’m not sure how long it lasts, but it isn’t long, because it feels like he’s torn from me after a brief moment of intimate hugging.

Someone else grabs me, flips me over, and shoves my stomach to the warm, smooth surface, as the sound of fabric tearing resonates in my ears.

Pleasure shoots through me as the next one pushes inside me from behind. Lips move to my throat, suckling with just the right amount of pleasure, as those hips rock, easily driving in and out of me.

My back bows, even as I try to stay as still as possible, because it feels too good to mess it up with squirming. My unpracticed knees tremble, fighting to keep steady, as the man behind me takes his time, hands squeezing my ass as he makes so many incredibly empowering sounds of pleasure.

He shoves a hand in my hair, tilting my head to the side, gaining more access to my throat, as he surrounds me with his entire presence. My body slicks with sweat, as he carefully feels each and every inch of me he can reach, doing something divinely wonderful when his hand makes it to the mother of all sensory nerves.

I decide these are orgasms I’m having this second time around, simply because, I picture their faces distorting like something painfully wonderful has happened.

It’s the only way to describe that prick of pain just before the explosive sensations that steal my breath, make my weak knees even weaker, and cause my entire body to tremble as it greedily begs for more.

My soul feels like it’s clinging to his, waiting for permission to settle down, as words are once again dragged out of me, in spite of my quest to keep them locked in.

“I love you too,” I state on another whisper, a tear surprisingly rolling down my cheek.

He stills almost immediately, his body catching up to mine, as we share our timed moment in a loving embrace—

He’s ripped away almost as unceremoniously as the first, and I’m practically dragged to a bed, tossed down on it, and then dragged up a hard, deliciously firm body.

The blindfold comes off too early, and I blink in surprise at Gage under me.

“I thought I didn’t find out until the fourth—”

My words end on a surprised breath, as something slick slips in from the back, pushing inside some place I wasn’t expecting anyone to go.

My eyes widen, expecting pain, but…I’m starting to question if I have any virgin parts at all, because that feels really good. I don’t think virgins enjoy things this much.

“You won’t get to find out who’s back there,” Gage whispers across my lips, toying with me as the man behind me works himself all the way in. “Focus on me,” he adds in a hushed breath.

He smirks as he spreads my legs and raises his hips, easily sliding into me, even though the double stimulation makes for a much tighter workspace.

I whimper and try to swallow the sounds, worried they’ll mistake it for pain instead of way too much pleasure.

His teeth graze my bottom lip, sending another shiver down my spine, as I swallow the next series of sounds from the overwhelming sensations coursing through me with back-to-back conquests.

As they work together in a pattern that can only be described as unnatural and mind-blowing, my body coils tighter and tighter. My attempt to stay quiet gets doused by the lunatic ravings and uncensored praise that spills through my indignant lips.

It’s almost too much sensation.

With the two of them moving inside my brand new, very inexperienced body pressed between theirs with complete abandon, feeling every single stroke magnified with each press of their bodies?

It’s like a dream come true and also a little horrifying when my next orgasm crashes through me. It robs me of my last scrap of dignity, because I call out what a wonderful place the world is!

Two souls try tugging at mine, pulling in both directions, and I lose the control of my mouth once again.

“I love you too,” I murmur on a drunken high, as my body falls forward, crashing against Gage. “Both of you,” I add, still half dazed, when all the pleasure starts getting almost painful.

Gage smothers a sound against my throat, his arms tightening around me, as his hips get more and more aggressive. The one behind me stills first, his smooth lips gliding across my shoulder as he pulls out.

Gage goes off next, shaking as he clings to me, keeping his face buried against my throat. The bed dips, and I feel more hands on me, as the other two join us.

I don’t get to see who’s where, because Gage spins me so that I’m under him, eyes glowing blue, as he smirks down at me.

“Hope you’re not done, comoara trădătoare,” he whispers across my lips, as two of them pin my arms above my head.

I swallow thickly as the heat starts stirring inside me, excitement budding.

Kai leans over, the same dark smirk lining his lips. Jude gives me a menacing, somewhat sadistic look that has my entire body humming. Ezekiel reaches over, cups one of my breasts, and teases the nipple with his thumb.

My body tries to arch off the bed, but they easily pin me back down.

My breaths come out shaky and coarse, because…I think they plan to kill me with sex. Sounds like a good way to go.

“We’re just getting started,” Jude whispers near my ear, just as Gage pushes inside me once again.

Epilogue: Part II

Five years later…

GAGE

“Onward, Fluffy! Go find your fucking unicorns!” Paca commands the raging red bull…that goes and hides its head in the bushes…that catch fire and burn away.

Fluffy then runs to hide between two boulders that start melting, as a fog slowly rolls in to hide its massive body more productively. Paca sighs, annoyed her ‘ferocious’ bull is so scared of fucking unicorns.

“You know that’s not the same fucking bull, right? That was just a cartoon,” Kai tells her for the hundredth time, as we all sit around eating our popcorn, waiting for something to do.

“But I just know this, so that means it’s legit,” she argues in her unreasonable way.

Paca slips, and Jude catches her like it’s become second nature, without ever moving his eyes off the gulley below.

This Paca? Way less badass than the last Paca. Possibly because our Paca is the one who had to do the programming? We’re not sure how all that works, but it’s our best guess that the one before prepares the one to come.

This is clearly the work of that evil-laughing cruel bitch who loved us enough to torture us to the fullest extent.

Then there’re times when she just knows something, and I half wonder if our Paca isn’t still in there, fighting to regain the small lifetime of memories she gave up.

“These Hell people think the Four Horsemen are more impressive than The Apocalypse! I need to do something major to regain street credit!” Paca shouts as she fist-pumps the air. “Unicorn Slayer would be such an awesome title to add to my credentials, and I could strike fear into all their little dark hearts!”

Then she stumbles again, because she has far less grace than before, and Kai snatches her, pulling her to his lap. She goes willingly enough. Her ‘favorite’ depends on who’s touching her most days.

“Hera gets way more fear factor than I do. Do you know how humiliating that is?” Paca rants on, huffing as she watches the gulley with us.

“Stop dying, and maybe people will fear you a little more,” Lamar says, the words falling out a little too curtly.

We all tense, but Paca simply glares at him.

“The last two mes were apparently super badass, and I can’t even get a handle on my fire. The last me had like a year or something to go face that monster thingy that nearly destroyed the world and went and sacrificed herself. Show some compassion. I have to work twice as hard to make my guys love me. You know they won’t even bring me roses?” she asks him.

I sigh harshly, as Ezekiel laughs under his breath, going to pull her away from Kai, and starts kissing his way down her neck.