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My soul? Ascending.

My mouth? Still capable of sass, apparently.

“I mean… not to be dramatic,” I pant, grinding back against him like a woman possessed, “but yeah. I was made for this. I’m basically a custom-built alpha buffet right now.”

Lucian growls like he’s trying not to laugh but also trying to fuck the sarcasm out of me. He rolls his hips, slow and deep, until my back bows and I let out a broken, unholy sound that is definitely going to haunt this couch forever.

Then hereallystarts to move. Long, devastating thrusts that are measured, obscene, and scientifically engineered to reduce me to a sweaty puddle of whimpering pack-claimed goo.

Each one hits a spot that makes me lose language.

I think I try to say his name. I might've just said “ahhh.”

Either way: effective.

“You hear that, boys?” Kai groans. “That’s our girl getting rearranged by Daddy Control Issues.”

“She’s beautiful,” Theo croons, which somehow still makes me want to cry a little. His voice is all soft devotion, and Iknowhe’s the one already thinking about snuggling and tea afterward.

Ash leans in close, his hand brushing my hair back from my flushed face, the gentleness of it grounding me in the middle of the storm.

"Ours," he murmurs. "Every fucking inch."

Lucian growls above me as his hips grind forward again, his cock spearing into the slick, clenching heat of my ass. His hand slips around to my belly, spreading wide over the soft skin just below my navel, possessive and protective.

"You’re mine, Rhea," he breathes. "Mine to fuck. Mine to fill."

My whole body is trembling. There’s heat building again -again- from the stretch, from the fullness, from the bond. It’s like a live wire between my ribs, burning brighter with every thrust.

Myhips rock helplessly. “I-I can’t.Lucian,I can’t -”

“Yes, you can,” he growls, pace relentless now. “You’ll come for me. You’ll give it to me while I’m buried inside you, where no one else has ever been. You’ll let themwatchyou break.”

“Yes- fuck -yes, yes, yes.”

The bond between us throbs, deep and golden, and I feel him there: inside my head, inside mysoul, pushing me toward the edge.

I cry out his name, ragged and broken.

“Come, Omega,” he commands. “Let them see who you belong to.”

I do.

It rips out of me like lightning; white-hot and endless. My muscles seize, my thighs quake, my body clamps down around him so hard he snarls into my neck, teeth snapping,feral.

But he doesn’t knot me yet.

He pulls out, his movements all slow and devastating. My eyes roll as he leaves me aching and wrecked andempty.

My soul leaves my body.

“Wh-what?Why? Why would you -”

But thenI feel him clean himself with his hand and then shift lower, sliding into my still-aching cunt.

The stretch is different now: thick and hot andperfect.

And this time, there’s no resistance.

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