Later, we moved into the bedroom, and this time, they swapped back to their role of worshipping me. Three mouths moved over my body for what seemed like hours — teasing, tasting, and rocking me through more orgasms than I could keep track of until finally I had to beg them to stop.

We slept together as one that night — the three of them pulling me close and sheltering me. And I knew it’d be okay. Sasha was safe and sound, the bad guys were gone, and here I was surround by three of the most incredible men I’d ever known.

And I knew then that no matter what...