Aitana's POV
I shivered as his c**k nudged against my dripping entrance, still stretched and sensitive from Tristan's claim.
Tristan moved to my side, his fingers tilting my chin up. "My turn to watch," he murmured, his smirk wicked as Sebastian sheathed himself inside me with one brutal thrust.
I cried out, my nails digging into the sheets as Sebastian set a punishing pace, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
Tristan's thumb brushed my bottom lip. "Open," he commanded.
I obeyed without thought, letting him slide two fingers into my mouth as Sebastian f****d me relentlessly. My p***y started clenching as moans escaped my lips.
Tristan's fingers weren't enough; I wanted his c**k in my mouth, but until I marked Sebastian, I would wait. That mark would soon be on his neck
