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I nod hard, breath catching. “Yes,please, Lucian. Take me.”

He groans like a sinner finding salvation and kisses the back of my neck.

"That’s my girl."

Then he pushes in.

Holy hell on a bike.

The stretch isintense. My hands claw at the cushion while my whole body braces, but it’s not bad.

It’s never bad. Not with him.

Not when he’s got me like this.

“Fuuuuck,” I gasp, eyes squeezing shut.

Theo’s voice breaks through from somewhere close, cracked and broken. "Fuck, she’s doing so good -"

Kai - from the floor, probably still naked and lounging like a delinquent Adonis - moans, “Jesus, look at her. Tight little Bambi trying to swallow the boss’s whole damn cock with her ass…”

Ash leans in close, his hand fisting in the cushion beside my head, his teeth scraping lightly over my shoulder.

“You’re perfect for him. Forus.”

Lucian’s pace is deliberate and devastating. His hand doesn’t waver, and his voice never falters.

“That’s it,” he breathes, grinding deeper, stretching me slowly, giving meevery inch.“Take me, Omega. Take all of me. Let them see who youbelongto.”

I let out a broken and blissed-out sound, every inch of me trembling, clenching, yielding.

And through the bond, I let him feel it: every flicker of pleasure, every wave of want, every shattered piece he’s putting back together as he fills me completely.

You’re doing so good, Rhea.

So strong.

So perfect.

He sinks deeper and deeper, inch by inch, my breath catching with every slow thrust forward. The stretch is unbearable and perfect, my body fighting it and welcoming it at the same time.

My fingers claw at the cushions, hips arching back into him as instinct takes over.

“God,” I gasp. “Lucian, you’re so deep.”

His hand tightens on my hip, the other sliding up my spine, grounding me. “Shh. I’ve got you. Just a little more.”

And then -finally- he bottoms out.

A deep, searing ache pulses through me as he settles flush against my ass, his cock locked inside me, thick and overwhelming, stretching me wide open.

My legs collapse under me like a folding chair at a cookout. I flop forward onto my elbows in the middle of this stupidly expensive couch, moaning into the cushion - not from pain, but from the kind of pleasure that fries your nervous system and makes you forget your own damn name.

I’m sofull. So stretched. So done. And yet...not.

“Fuck,” Lucian groans against the nape of my neck, voice ruined, reverent, deeply inappropriate in the best way. “You should see yourself right now. My brave, perfect little Omega, with her ass stuffed full of cock. Taking it like you were made for it.”

My brain? Gone.

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