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My Harlequin, my beautiful chaos-bringer, destroying and recreating us with every moan.

CHAPTER 18

DEACON

I've lost track of time in this penthouse suite, where sunlight filters through partially drawn blinds, marking days that blur together. Three days—I think. My internal clock has surrendered to something more primal, a rhythm set by Charlotte's needs and our collective desire to fulfill them.

The air hangs heavy around us, saturated with our mingled scents—her sweet honey-cinnamon intensified tenfold by her heat, layered with my incense, Teagan's leather and gunmetal, Beaux's whiskey spice, and Josiah's clean rain. The chemistry between us has created something new, something intoxicating that permeates every corner of this space we've claimed as ours.

I sprawl across the mattress, back against theheadboard, muscles pleasantly sore in ways military training never prepared me for. My voice is hoarse from worship—not directed at the deity my folks revered, but to the divine feminine presence commanding our attention.

Charlotte straddles Teagan in the center of the bed, her gorgeous curves shining with sweat as she rides him with ferocious determination. Her head is thrown back, revealing the column of her throat where we've all left our marks. Teagan's massive hands grip her hips, guiding her movements while he devours her breasts, pulling a nipple between his teeth.

The sound she makes—half pleasure, half demand—sends a fresh surge of desire through me despite my exhaustion.

"That's it, sweet one," I murmur, my voice a ragged shadow of itself. "Take what you need."

Behind her, Josiah positions himself with practiced precision. The Beta's usually playful demeanor has transformed into something focused and intent. He catches my eye briefly, a silent communication passing between us—amazement, gratitude, and the shared understanding that we've found something sacred here.

Charlotte's body trembles as Josiah pulls her asscheeks apart and enters her slowly from behind, the dual penetration making her gasp. Her eyes fly open, finding mine across the short distance. The connection is immediate and electric, like a prayer answered after years of faithless wandering.

"Moses," she breathes, reaching toward me even as Teagan and Josiah fill her completely. "Need you too."

I shift forward, taking her outstretched hand and bringing it to my lips. "I'm here, Charlotte. We're all here."

Beaux moves across the bed like a predator, his tattoos shifting across muscle as he positions himself near Charlotte's face. "You're doing so beautifully, Harlequin," he croons, stroking her cheek with unexpected tenderness.

The mattress beneath us bears witness to our marathon of passion, sheets long since discarded, replaced, and soiled again. Water bottles and protein bar wrappers litter the nightstands, evidence of brief intervals where basic needs demanded attention. The penthouse is locked down tight. Only the five of us exist in this universe we've created.

I've never experienced anything like this. Growing up in the church, my parents spoke of heatsas a duty, a perfunctory service. Something to expand our families, nothing sacred, not like this.

Charlotte whines as Josiah and Teagan establish a rhythm, taking turns to thrust into her welcoming body. The sound travels straight to my core, igniting embers I thought had burned out hours ago.

"So good," she gasps between movements. "So full."

I watch in reverence as her body accepts both men, the ultimate expression of trust. My brothers handle her with care despite the ferocity of their desire, Teagan's massive frame holding steady beneath her while Josiah measures each movement with careful precision.

We've taken her in every way imaginable over these three days. One at a time, claiming her individually, learning the specific sounds she makes for each of us. Then in duos, exploring arrangements and stances that had her crying out our names as if we were her deliverance. Then all four of us together, a discovery of ecstasy that left everyone trembling from its overwhelming power.

Her heat pheromones have triggered something in us too, a rut that's kept us hard and hungry despite physical limitations. We've surpassed human endurance, entering some primal state where only shematters, her pleasure, her satisfaction, her completion.

Beaux brushes sweat-dampened hair from Charlotte's face with unexpected tenderness. "Look at you, Harlequin," he murmurs. "Taking care of our pack like you were made for us."

She turns to him, a smile breaking through her pleasure-drenched expression. "Maybe I was."

Something tightens in my chest at those words. The simple truth of them resonates in a place deeper than physical desire. I've never believed in mates, not the way some do, with talk of destiny and cosmic connections. But watching her with us, feeling what passes between our bodies, I can't deny this transcends ordinary attraction.

Josiah increases his pace, his breathing growing ragged. "Close," he warns, his fingers digging into Charlotte's hips above Teagan's larger hands.

"Inside," she demands, her voice breaking. "All of you, always inside."

The primitive satisfaction of her command washes over me. We've been marking her from the inside out, layering our scents within her most intimate places.

Teagan growls beneath her, his control fracturing. "Gonna knot you again, sweetheart. Take it all."

I shift to get a better view, watching in fascinationas Teagan's knot begins to swell, stretching Charlotte further. Rather than pain, her expression shows only ecstasy as she's locked to him. Josiah adjusts his movements accordingly, slowing his pace to accommodate the changing pressure.

"That's it," Beaux encourages, his hand now wrapped in Charlotte's hair, guiding her face toward his straining erection. "Let go for us, Harlequin."

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