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“Fucking stars,” Graham groaned. “Fuck, it’s so much tighter with you in there.”

“Jesus Christ,” Warren said, far more breathless than he usually was while fucking me. He was usually so focused, so precise, in bed. But supposed we weren’t in a bed. “My god, I don’t know how long I’ll make it, Rain.”

I wanted to tell him that it was okay, that he could come as fast or slow as he liked because as long as we were all here, like this, touching, and absorbing, and giving, and taking, I wouldn’t dare complain.

“Maybe I’ll take her ass when you finish then, love.” Ezra’s voice was gravelly, firm, falling from somewhere above me, combining with the rippling wind. “Would you like that? Do you want me to fuck your tight little ass?”

All I could do was moan around his cock in answer.

“Fuck yes,” Ezra groaned. “Hold her face still for me, Graham.”

A hand fell on my cheek, circled around the back of my head, and twined into my hair. He pulled back, which only turned me on more. It must’ve done the same for Ezra, because his moan deepened. “God, I don’t know if I can make it much longer either.”

Neither could I.

Knowing that I was the object of all their desires, bringing them so much pleasure with the show they arranged, being the obedient toy they wanted so badly, almost had me at my breaking point. I was so close to the most intense waves of euphoria and pleasure. Every time Warren spun his fingers in a circle, and Graham pumped into my pussy, and Ezra thrusted into my lips, and Warren spread my ass, I got closer and closer.

My legs were shaking, entire body trembling, when Graham screamed out, “Fuck, I’m coming.”

The heat of his cum shot deep inside me, climaxed by Warren sweeping his arm around me to hold me closer, to pin me in place as he groaned my name into my ear. Ezra finished it off with, “I can’t. I can’t wait.”

As soon as I tasted his cum on my tongue, feeling Warren’s and Graham’s fill every inch of me, spasming, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Like the others, the ecstasy soared through my body in waves. Contracting, tightening and loosening, that cold wind against my bare flesh only multiplied and forced the orgasm. I trembled and shook, and the tree branches trembled with me, crackling and quivering. Still, they held me up, along with all three men, squeezing me tight, moaning as my pleasure strengthened theirs.

When the bliss began to fade, leaving me lightheaded and dizzy, Ezra pulled out of my mouth, Warren dropped his head to my shoulder, and Graham fell onto the other. “Fucking hell,” I said between deep breaths.

“You’re telling me,” Warren said, laughing quietly.

“Now, to figure out how to get you down,” Graham said.

38

GRAHAM

Within the hour, we were back in the cabin, all half clothed, lying in the same bed, drinking wine.

After finally tasting fairy wine, I understood why my parents loved it so much. Aside from the delicious flavor, it was more than just alcohol. Not to say that I did a lot of drugs as a teenager with Jake and Rain, but I did a fair bit, and I knew how alcohol felt. This was like an alcohol buzz in addition to a few joints.

We called that papever on the Fae Realm, but it absolutely was a medicine and recreational drug used here. I would not be the least bit surprised to learn that most fairy wines included some type of cannabis infused oil as well.

I’d come down to the kitchen to get the bottle for me, Rain, and the guys, but when I grabbed it off the counter, I saw Jake sitting by himself across the fire pit. And I had made him a promise.

Hey, I’m going to go talk to Jake for a little bit, I sent to Rain’s mind. Have Warren come down to get a bottle.

Sounds good, she said back. Have fun, baby.

I hoped to. Also hoped to be filled in on what he and Rain had talked about earlier. And hoped that he and I could come to some new understanding of how our friendship worked now that we were older, now that our lives were different than they’d been.

Stepping outside, I called, “All alone out here, eh?”

He smiled and held his arms up at his sides. “I’m not alone. I was just talking to a squirrel. I think it was a squirrel, anyway.”

“Probably not,” I said, cutting away the distance between us. As I sat down on the log beside him, I stifled a yawn. “First time I saw a squirrel was on Earth. A lot of things here that look like squirrels, though.”

“He was a cute little dude.” Jake gestured to the bottle in my hand. “You drinking that?”

I took a swig and passed him the rest. “I’m drinking it. It’s working, but not as well as it’s working on you.”

Flipping me off, he chugged for a moment. “You calling me a lightweight?”