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His entry burned, and I squirmed, willing myself to relax.

“Easy, baby,” Bram murmured. He squiggled a hand between our bodies and found my clit. He massaged the slippery bud, his wicking fingers working me over. It was like he knew exactly which buttons to press to get me moaning again.

And I did, writhing shamelessly on his dick.

There was the faint click of a lube cap, and then Fergus drizzled more moisture down my crack. And when he pushed forward this time, the sensation was incredible. The burning was gone, replaced with pressure and a stretch I now welcomed. Everything in my sex was hypersensitive now—my channel clamping fiercely, my clit pounding with need.

“So full,” I breathed, my ass squeezing Fergus’s dick. I couldn’t stop moaning. Couldn’t help rocking back and forth, overwhelmed at the feeling of having two cocks inside me.

“That’s it, baby,” Fergus murmured, praise thick in his voice. “You’ve got us both, lass. All the way inside.” He was on his knees, and now he planted one foot next to Bram’s hip and braced a hand on my shoulder, holding me in place as he began to thrust.

Bram thrust, too, and they fell into a sexy grind, Bram thrusting up as Fergus withdrew. Then they reversed it, their cocks sliding in and out in a coordinated rhythm that set me on fire.

It was too good. Nothing could ever be better. I panted, breasts jiggling, my forearms on Bram’s solid chest and his heart pounding against my skin. Their hands were all over me, stroking and petting. Every few seconds, one kissed me—a brush of lips across my shoulder, a soft kiss on the edge of my jaw—until every touch blended together.

The room filled with the whisper of twisted sheets, soft moans, and the wet sounds of their cocks entering me over and over. Languid pleasure suffused every part of my body, pushing me to a wild, trembling edge.

Fergus squeezed my hip. “You ready, gorgeous girl?”

“Yes,” I whispered. I was ready to come. Ready to seal myself to them for eternity.

He spoke, but not in words. His voice rose and fell in a soft, sibilant hiss that lifted the hair on my nape. And I felt his strange language—the sounds slid over my body, making me gasp. Bram and Fergus still fucked me, but now Fergus’s voice did, too. It flowed faster, caressing my breasts and dipping between my legs. It swirled over my clit and delved between my cheeks to press a fleeting kiss to my hole. Something deep within me clicked, and I knew in that moment my soul was bound to theirs.

And then I was coming, my sex and ass squeezing so hard I screamed, shuddering as my body flew apart. Strong hands gripped my waist, and Bram grunted and thrust up, pumping his own release deep inside me. A second later, Fergus growled and emptied into my ass. Their heat flooded me, filling me completely.

Their cocks softened, and we collapsed in a heap with me in the middle. Fergus kissed me, then lifted his head and kissed Bram, giving me an up-close view of hard jaws and several flashes of tongue. When they broke apart, Bram lowered his mouth to mine, and I tasted Fergus on his lips.

Fergus snuggled against me, his lips at my ear. “Happy, lass?”

“Yes.” I touched each of their faces, absurdly grateful for fate. I was perfectly, utterly happy.

Nothing could ruin this.

Chapter Eighteen

FERGUS

When I woke, Bram was gone and Halina was fast asleep beside me—and judging from the way she was burrowed into the pillows, she’d been sleeping a while. I turned onto my back and rubbed my eyes, trying to gauge the time in the darkened room.

Memories from the night rushed back. After we bonded, the three of us had drifted in a haze of exhaustion and fulfillment. Sleep had tugged hard, but I’d hauled my ass out of the warm bed long enough to tack a blanket over the window while Bram stumbled to the bathroom. He’d come back with a warm washcloth, and we’d tended to Halina and ourselves before tucking her between us and diving into oblivion.

And we hadn’t told her about her father.

I sighed and looked at the ceiling. “The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley.”

Halina stirred, stretching under the blankets.

I turned and found her watching me. Her eyes had the dreamy look of a woman who’d been sexually satisfied. And damn if my chest—and other parts of my anatomy—didn’t swell with pride. Bram and I had put that look there. We had our female at last, and nothing could take her away from us.

She gave me a drowsy smile. “What were you saying just now?”

“Just a bit o’ Scottish poetry written by a man far wiser than I.”

“Do you know him?”

I smiled. “I did, aye. He died a long time ago.”

Sympathy rose in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

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