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Kai, somewhere behind him, makes a strangled noise.

“Can I taste her yet, or is this one of those take-a-number deli situations?”

Theo licks his lips. “She’s ready.”

“No,” Ash growls, and when I say growls, I mean it: full alpha bass, the kind that vibrates your molars. He stands up like a statue coming to life, stalking toward me with all the subtlety of a slow-moving avalanche.

I blink up at him, still panting. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” he says darkly, scooping me up like a romance novel cover come to life.

Except instead of a wind-swept cliffside, we have… the living room couch.Mood.

He lays me out like a ceremonial offering, except there’s nothing virginal about the way my thighs are shaking or the state of Theo’s jaw.

Ash settles between my legs and presses one hand to my belly.

“She’s not just ready,” he grits out, voice wrecked. “She’smine.”

I mean, okay.Hot.

His hands are everywhere - smoothing up my ribs, cupping my breast beneath the fabric of Kai’s hoodie, sliding down again to grip the soft curve of my hips.

“She’sours,” he says again - not to me, but to the room, tothem.

And then, he presses in.

Slow. Deep. Thick.

And I swear, I actually see heaven for a second before my brain short-circuits.

My body clamps around him, slick and desperate, and Ash drops his head between my neck and shoulder.

“Oh fuck - okay,” I whimper, gripping his shoulders like I’m trying to stay on the planet. “That’s a lot of alpha.”

Ash groans against my throat. “You’re too good. Too tight. I’m trying -shit- I’mtryingto hold it together.”

I can tell. His whole body is tight, like he’s doing Olympic-level clenching. Soldier mode. Full restraint. Equal parts sexy and maddening.

“Don’t hold it together,” I gasp. “I’ve had enough polite dick. Ruin me a little.”

Ash makes a sound that’s somewhere between a curse and a prayer, and then he finally moves - harder, rougher, the pace of a man who’s finally said screw it to self-control.

It’s perfect.

Gone is the restraint, the hesitation. Ash’s rhythm shifts into something urgent,wild. His teeth bare, his eyes blaze, and Ifeelit - that bond we both denied - rising again, cresting.

Behind the rhythm, I hear the low, needy groan of another Alpha.

“Goddamn, Bambi. You’re gonna kill us.”

I glance past Ash’s shoulder and see Kai palming his cock like he’s trying to soothe an angry animal. Theo’s next to him, already halfway wrecked, flushed and reverent like he’s at a church service where the communion wine is me.

“She’s beautiful like this,” Theo murmurs.

Kai snorts. “Beautiful?She’sart. Erotic sculpture. The Sistine Chapel of heat cycles.”

Ash slams forward, deep, sharp, and I yelp. “Oh my god.”

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