Elena’s POV

I stayed hovering over him for a few agonizing seconds.

His chest rose and fell in violent, shallow surges, his ribs pressing hard against the mattress as if fighting for air. His dark eyes were glassy, completely wrecked—blown out and heavy, filled with a desperate look that told me he’d completely given up fighting. Between his thighs, his cock remained rigid and dark, pulsing helplessly against his stomach, slick with the wetness of the other women.

I sat back up, turning my eyes to Ivy, Carmen, and Sasha.

“Position him,” I commanded softly. “No more holding back. Give him everything at once.”

Ivy and Carmen grabbed Daniel by...