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It’s like being mugged by my own hormones. Everything tilts: sound, air, my sense of dignity; and suddenly I’m leaking again, because apparently, my body has no sense of timing or boundaries.

A strangled sound rips out of me.

Sexy? Absolutely not.

Effective? Apparently, yes, because Theo is on me in a blink, catching me before I faceplant.

“Rhea -”

“Ican’t,” I gasp. “It’s too much. You’re all too much.”

Kai’s voice wavers. “Someone should probably do something. Like… now.”

Ash growls. “Besides you running your mouth?”

“I’d runsomething elseif you’d stop babysitting,” Kai fires back, smug and sparkly-eyed.

Theo presses his hands to my knees, grounding. Solid. Way too calm. “You’re okay. It’s not weakness. It’s your body reacting to us. To all of us.”

I try to stand -

Mistake.

Legs? Useless. Dignity?Gone.

I slump into Theo like I’m made of overcooked noodles, panting and writhing in a way that’s either deeply embarrassing or alarmingly sexy, depending on the angle.

Every alpha in the room is pulling at some piece of me.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

No bond is even fully formed yet, andyeteverything inside me is calling out in sheer need. It’s bone-deep now, marrow-hot, sharp enough to feel like pain.

“It hurts, Theo,” I manage to say through clenched teeth. “Please.Dosomething.”

He lays me back like I’m a sacred offering - or an overheating toaster that might explode at any moment. Probably both.

His jaw is tight, his pupils blown so wide it’s borderline illegal. Kai’s hands flex at his sides. Ash is still glaring at the wall like he’s trying not to destroy it with sheer willpower.

Meanwhile, I’m vibrating like a cursed tuning fork with a bad attitude.

And god help me - despite it all,I love it.

I press my hands between my legs, grinding down like I’m trying to summon god, but surprise - no salvation. Just more heat. More slick.

More absolutely zero relief.

“I can’t -”

And then Theo kisses me.

Not a test-the-waters,"may I?" kind of kiss. Oh no - it's a full-body, full-soul, tongue-down-my-throat situation. His hands are on my thighs, parting them with reverent urgency, like he’s about to propose to my vagina, and Kai groans behind him.

“Oh, fuckme-”

“Later,” Theo grits, not missing a beat.

Smooth.

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