And I loved it. Oh, did I love that fear that only comes with youth; that fear that’s equal parts exhilaration and terror. That fear that had been robbed from Willowbud. From me. “Are you ready, Your Holiness?” Tom’s husky voice on the back of my neck, his hands stopping below the fold where thigh met glute. “Call me Willowbud.” I whispered into Jericho’s mouth. “Are you ready, Willowbud?” Jericho asked, lips smiling affectionately, hand cupping my cheek. I tilted my head into his touch, creating a pillow of his palm, exposing the slender length of my neck so that Damian could lovingly brush my hair behind my ear, revealing the choker necklace that hugged my throat. “Yes.” I barely spoke the words through tremoring lips. Their hands moved, two still laced with mine, the other four sliding between cheeks, parting thighs, gripping fat, and spreading. 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