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She raised her hips and took Emmanuel's penis between her fingers. Its hardness made her smile. Her fingers guided it toward her center, where she lowered herself slowly—centimeter by centimeter—until she had him inside. He filled her completely, and her body recognized him as if it had been waiting for him from the beginning. Her hands pressed against the alpha's chest, seeking a modicum of stability, but he already had his on her hips. And without letting her take the lead, he began thrusting rapidly.
Lois bit her lip, trying to contain the moan rising in her throat, but it didn't last long. The pleasure overflowed her, pierced through her. Emmanuel thrust from below with measured, precise force—as if he knew the exact depth that made her tremble, as if her pleasure were a science.
And then Ezequiel stood on the bed, positioning himself in front of her.
He took her face in both hands. One descended down her cheek until it encircled her nape; the other rose up her throat—firm but without squeezing. Both thumbs met at her lips—moist, parted. She opened her mouth for him without a word, swallowing her breath.
First it was one finger. Then two. Lois sucked them with slow hunger, her tongue wrapping around them. Ezequiel let out a growl. When he added the third, her mouth stayed open, willing. That was when the hot tip of his penis brushed her lips. And Lois took him in without blinking.
Her eyes met Ezequiel's as he pushed slowly, trying to bury himself fully. Lois's tongue enveloped him—wet, surrendered. Her eyes watered from the girth, but she didn't pull back. She just braced herself on Emmanuel, who didn't stop thrusting from below.
Aidan didn't stay idle.
He positioned himself at Lois's side, kneeling beside the bed. She turned her face for a moment—between gasps—and caressed his cheek. Then her hand descended. She sought his member naturally, and when she found it, she began stroking it with an almost cruel skill. The vampire gasped. His fangs peeked out again. Her blood still burned on his tongue, and now her fingers made him throb.
Lois was at the center of them all. Taking one inside her body, another in her mouth, another in her hand. But it wasn't submission. It was absolute dominance.
Emmanuel didn't stop watching her. The sway of her hips, the tension in her thighs, the muffled sounds she made as she was filled completely. With each thrust, her belly contracted. Her sweat glistened on her chest. She wasn't unraveling: she was building herself.
Ezequiel withdrew from her mouth only to take her deeper again. This time, his hands were in her hair—holding her, guiding her. She let him set the rhythm. But she didn't stop stroking Aidan, who drew closer, leaning in to kiss Lois's sweaty back as she rode with renewed force.
Emmanuel held her even tighter.
“Look at me,” he ordered, voice deep and broken.
She raised her face. She looked at him with lips still wet, cheeks flushed from the effort, her neck marked by Aidan's bite.
“You're ours,” Emmanuel growled.
“And you are mine,” she replied, voice hoarse, soaked in desire.
He smiled and thrust so deep that Lois screamed. Ezequiel covered her mouth with his, kissing her with a mix of rage and devotion, while Aidan rubbed against her side—desperate for more.
She leaned toward the vampire, caressing his face while stroking him with long, precise movements. Her mouth found his again—soft this time. Aidan moaned against her lips.
“Inside,” she whispered to him.
Emmanuel stopped his movements and helped her rise with him still inside. Aidan positioned himself behind her. Emmanuel lay back on the bed, Lois atop him. The vampire got behind her, his hard member between her legs—which were open, trembling, wet.
“Slowly,” Emmanuel murmured. “It's her first time.”
Aidan held her waist. Emmanuel looked at her intently, taking her by the wrists.
“Touch yourself for him,” he ordered.
Lois lowered a hand between her legs and caressed herself right above the spot where they would join. She spread her legs wider. Aidan thrust.
The first centimeter drew a moan that was neither pain nor pleasure. It was something new. Something fierce. Emmanuel soothed her with caresses, whispering against her neck. Aidan thrust again. Deeper this time.
“There... yes,” she gasped, trembling.
When both were fully inside, Lois screamed. There was no space, no breath. Only pressure, fullness, union. Emmanuel thrust first, then Aidan. They alternated—without crushing her, but without mercy. Lois felt how their bodies molded her from within. How their moans mixed with hers. How the bond kept her upright.
It was a dance of flesh and breath where both broke her only to rebuild her with a piece of themselves; she no longer felt her own breathing, because each movement was even fuller than the last.
“Oh, fuck—” Lois trembled; Emmanuel tried to steady her body, but she wouldn't stop shaking. Aidan's arms held her, and when he sank his fangs into her neck again, the cabin seemed to ignite—pure flames filled with sweat and pleasure. There was a brief silence when Lois pushed back against them, leaving them breathless: Ezequiel doubled over on the bed, Emmanuel and Aidan frozen, trying to withstand Lois's pleasure without spilling inside her.
“Stop… Lois, you're going to drive us mad—stop,” Ezequiel begged with a growl mixed with a heavy gasp. She leaned forward and began moving with both inside her, but she couldn't hold out much longer; the orgasm shattered her while the two of them held her.
And when Ezequiel approached, he did so without words. Emmanuel looked at him, and Lois felt him. He wasn't going to be left out.
The two withdrew slowly. Lois panted, mouth half-open after that fierce orgasm. Ezequiel turned her and positioned her on her back to him, on her knees. Aidan knelt in front. Emmanuel placed himself at her side, holding her by the torso.
And then it happened.
Aidan entered first, facing her. Ezequiel took her from behind—straight into her ass, as he liked. Emmanuel held her head and guided it to his own member, which she licked before letting it enter her throat completely.
It was as if the world dissolved.
The room was only steam, flesh, breath. Lois was full. Every part of her body occupied, taken. And yet, she didn't surrender. She responded. She moved her hips, sucked with force, arched. Her moans were a hymn. Her tremors, a prayer.
They growled, licked each other's sweat, bit each other's necks. They were one body.
And when she released the bond, she did it without warning.
A hot, uncontainable explosion—a wave that pierced them from sex to spine. Emmanuel roared. Aidan moaned her name like a plea. Ezequiel growled as if he'd just killed for her.
And then they all came.
Inside. At the same time.
She collapsed onto Emmanuel's chest, trembling, her body marking slow spasms. Ezequiel held her by the waist as he withdrew from her. Aidan kissed her back as if bidding farewell to something sacred.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
Only Lois, breathing among them, as if the entire universe had been born between her legs.