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I pull off him just long enough to answer. “Yes,” I gasp. “Give memore.Fuck, I wantallof you - don’t stop - please,don’t stop.”

Theo’s thrusts get rougher, desperate now, his voice breaking as he fucks me harder.

“I’m not gonna last - fuck, she’s sotight -”

“Neither am I," Ash pants. "I feel it through the bond - she’s close. She wants it. All of it.”

“Let her,” Lucian growls. “Let her come. Let her take every fucking drop.”

My orgasm hits like a wave crashing over fire: violent and bright and all-consuming.

I choke on a scream around Kai’s cock as I fall apart, my body convulsing, my cunt clenching hard around Theo’s fingers and cock, slick flooding down my thighs as I come for them -becauseof them.

And they feel it.

Theo moans helplessly, slamming deeper into me, his body tensing as he comes with a guttural cry. Kai grips my hair tighter as he thrusts into my mouth once more, then pulls out just in time to spill hot across my tongue.

Ash twitches in my hand, gasping my name, his release painting my wrist as I stroke him through it. And though Lucian doesn’t touch me - not physically - the way helooksat me is more than enough.

I feel owned. Loved. Worshipped.

And Iwantit.

Still trembling, still gasping, I lift my eyes to him.

“Yours,” I whisper, hoarse and wrecked. “All of you -yours.”

Lucian’s mouth twitches, barely a smile. But the bond between ussings- thrumming with pleasure, pride, and something deeper. Something holy.

The kind of feeling you never come back from.

“On your knees,” Lucian says, voice like thunder.

I’m already moving.

And I’m not done.

Chapter Fifty-Three

Rhea

My legs arenotokay. I mean, truly, someone should call a structural engineer.

I collapse onto my knees on the velvet couch, panting, thighs shaking, absolutely drenched in alpha. My hair’s a mess, my lips are swollen, my everything is sore -

And yet somehow, I still want more.

This isn’t heat. It’s not even hormones at this point. It’s something deeper. Pack-deep.Bond-deep. A very specific kind of feral brain-melting need that saysyou’ve had three orgasms, but what if we added one more for emotional stability.

This ispack.

Lucian’s hand fists in my hair, tilting my face up to meet his gaze like I’m about to recite ancient prophecy.

“You’ve been filled here,” he says, brushing his thumb along the corner of my mouth like he’s taking inventory, “and here.” His hand cups my cunt, slick and tender and wrecked. “But nothere.”

Oh no. Ohno.

His hand drifts lower, spreading my ass with deliberate pressure, and my entire soul leaves my body for a second.

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