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My breath, fluttering through my nose. The way my tongue presses instinctively against him, swirling around him, tasting the salt and heat andpowerof him.

Lucian picks up the pace. His fingers curl in my hair like reins, and I do what any brave omega would do: I breathe through my nose and try not to gag or start singing the national anthem by accident.

He pulls back just enough for air, then slides in deeper. I am absolutely going to need to moisturize my jaw tomorrow. Maybe ice it.

Possibly re-evaluate my life choices.

“You’ll remember this,” he whispers. “You’ll remember where you were, who you had inside you, who you had in your mouth -”

Sir, I can barely remember where I left my keys last week. But sure. Go off.

Ash’s hands curl tighter at my hips, the pressure of his knot pulsing inside me with every shallow thrust Lucian makes. All the while my cunt gets wetter, getshotter,and I can only just about manage to keep myself still as Lucian fucks my mouth.

He draws back slightly - just enough for me to breathe - and then slides forward again, firmer this time, deeper, his hand at my jaw forcing me to take him whole.

I can sense how desperate Ash is to move, to pull away, to dosomething, but he’s still locked, still buried inside me, unable to do anything but feel my body shift and react andwant.

My hips twitch - yes, again - because apparently my entire lower half is as shameless as I am.

Lucian notices, of course.

Shit.

“You’re moving.”

I try to lie with my eyes.

It doesn’t work.

“You’re grinding on him.” His voice gets darker, meaner. “You think I wouldn’t notice?Think I wouldn’tsmellyour little cunt dripping for it?”

Oh my god. Can someone turn the oven off? I ambaked.

He thrusts deeper. My eyes water. My scalp tingles from the grip in my hair. Ash twitches behind me - torn between murder and something deeply unholy - and I just try to survive this like a responsible adult.

By which I mean: I don’t die. Bare minimum.

Ash’s hands twitch at my waist, his restraint taut and fraying as my clit literallypulses.

I’m so turned on, it’s almost unfair, and I don’t even know if this is my heat anymore - lingering, clinging on before it fades - or if it’s justme.

Lucian doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow. If anything, he thrusts harder,faster, careless to the saliva coursing down my chin or the tears instinctively pricking at the back of my eyes.

“If you’re going to take it, then takeallof it,” he growls. “And if you’re fucking yourself on another alpha’s cock, you better be sure thatI’mthe one you’re thinking of.”

Honestly, at this point I deserve a Girl Scout badge.Oral Endurance Under Pressure. Put that shit right next to myDidn’t Cry in Public Todayribbon.

The rhythm changes. It’s not teasing anymore. Not a game. He’s fucking my mouth like it’s a promise - every thrust a signed affidavit that saysThis Alpha Means Business.

And weirdly?

It doesn’t break me. It builds me.

Like a steel beam through the middle of a chaotic, hormonal rollercoaster, itmakes me.

Every sound in the room is obscene: wet, gasping, harsh breaths and snarled curses and the pulse of slick still hot between my thighs where Ash’s knot keeps me split open.

“Look at you,” Lucian breathes. “Mouth full. Cunt full. And you’restilltrying to get yourself off on what’s left of him.”

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