Ruled by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

“You ever had anal sex, Vivi?” Caleb asked suddenly.

What? Why would he ask that now? She stared up at him with wide eyes. He raised an eyebrow as she remained mute.

Damn it. He wasn’t going to let her get away with not answering.

“N-no.”

Caleb grinned. Then he turned to Wolfe. “You claimed her hair. I’m cl

aiming her ass.”

Her. . .what? Was he kidding? He had to be kidding.

He couldn’t just claim her ass.

“You can’t just claim her ass,” Wolfe stated.

Thank God one of them was still acting rational and sane. Kind of scary that it was Wolfe who was being the sane one. But hey. . .

“Just the first time,” Caleb told him. “Not all the time.”

Umm, say what? She wasn’t sure about this. Any of it.

“I don’t think I want anyone claiming my ass,” she stated, moving her gaze between the three of them.

They all stared at her, gazes hot. She resisted the urge to hide herself away from the hunger in their gazes.

“Trust us,” Caleb said. He continued to wipe her pussy clean. This was seriously surreal. “You’ll like it. Just give it a try, if you don’t like it then you don’t have to do it again.”

“We’ll need to prepare her,” Wolfe said. How could he just sit there, playing with his cock while talking about fucking her ass so calmly?

Was it a dream? She reached over to pinch herself.

“No. Naughty girl.” Caleb popped her thigh as he gently grabbed hold of her hand, pulling it away from her arm.

“We should have made that a rule,” Wolfe told him. “No pinching herself.”

Caleb nodded. “Add it to the list.”

She groaned. Last thing she needed was another rule.

“What do I get to claim?” Aleki asked.

“You had her first kiss,” Caleb countered.

“Hey, how do you know I never kissed anyone before him.”

Caleb shrugged. “You might have. But they weren’t important.”

No, he was right about that.

Caleb had finished cleaning her up. He leaned in close, speaking in a whisper. “I don’t think Wolfe’s ready for sex yet, but why don’t you see if he wants a blow job? Bet he’d love the feel of those lips around his cock. God knows, I dream about it every night.”

With that, he climbed off the bed and walked into the bathroom, whistling.

Ass.

Wolfe knew that they were cooking up something. He just wasn’t sure what. Caleb walked into the bathroom and he heard the shower turn on.