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“Oh god,” I gasped as Khaaz found my clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before sucking gently. My hips bucked involuntarily, but his strong hands held me in place.

Zehn chuckled against my breast, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. “Let go, Everly. Give him your first taste.”

As if his permission was all I needed, my body tensed, then shattered. The orgasm washed over me in waves, Khaaz’s steady rhythm drawing it out until I was trembling, oversensitive.

They switched places then, Zehn settling between my thighs while Khaaz moved up to claim my mouth. I tasted myself onhis lips, a primal intimacy that made my heart race. Zehn’s approach was different—more aggressive, his tongue delving deep before flattening against my still-sensitive clit. Where Khaaz had been methodical, Zehn was demanding, driving me toward another peak with relentless precision.

“The dreams,” I gasped against Khaaz’s lips as another orgasm built. “This is so much more?—”

“Yes,” Khaaz agreed, his voice rough with desire. “Reality is always more intense than unity dreams.”

Zehn hummed his agreement, the vibration sending me over the edge again. My back arched off the bed, a cry torn from my throat as pleasure crashed through me. This time, I felt an echo of something else—a flicker of their pleasure mingling with mine, as if a channel was opening between us.

“You feel it,” Zehn said, rising up to look at me with wonder. “The bond is beginning to form.”

I nodded, dazed by the dual sensations. “I can feel what you feel. Just... glimpses.”

“It will grow stronger,” Khaaz promised, his hand trailing down my stomach. “With each touch. Each claim.”

They took turns after that, driving me to heights I’d never imagined possible. Zehn’s fingers inside me while Khaaz suckled at my breasts. Khaaz’s mouth between my legs while Zehn kissed me deeply. I lost count of my orgasms, each one blending into the next until I floated in a haze of pleasure.

Through it all, that strange connection grew stronger. I felt their satisfaction at my pleasure, their pride when they discovered something that made me cry out. And beneath it all, a possessive hunger that should have frightened me but instead made me feel cherished, protected.

“I want to be inside you,” Zehn growled finally, his impressive cock jutting proudly from his body. “I want to claim you properly.”

“Yes,” I whispered, reaching for him. “Please.”

He positioned himself between my thighs, the broad head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Despite his size, I was so wet, so ready that he slid in with surprising ease. The stretch was delicious, a fullness that made me moan as he seated himself fully.

“Mine,” he growled, beginning to move with long, powerful strokes that hit places inside me I didn’t know existed. “Ours.”

Khaaz knelt beside us, his hand finding mine, our fingers intertwining as Zehn’s pace increased. The dual sensations—Zehn inside me, Khaaz’s supportive presence—pushed me toward another peak.

“When you come,” Zehn said, his voice strained with the effort of control, “I will bite you. The claiming mark. Do you accept?”

“Yes,” I gasped, the significance of what was happening adding another layer to my pleasure. “Yes, I accept.”

His thrusts grew harder, more demanding, driving me inexorably toward climax. When it hit, it was like nothing I’d experienced before—a white-hot explosion that seemed to start at my core and radiate outward. At the height of it, Zehn lowered his head and bit the juncture where my neck met my shoulder.

The sharp pain blended with pleasure in a way I couldn’t have imagined, intensifying everything. I felt him pulse inside me, his release triggering aftershocks of my own. And through our growing bond, I felt his satisfaction, his joy, his fierce protectiveness.

As we caught our breath, Khaaz watched us with hunger in his eyes. Without prompting, I turned to him, reaching out.

“Your turn,” I said softly.

He hesitated only a moment before gathering me to him, positioning me above him. I straddled his face first, as he requested with gentle hands guiding my hips. His tongue delveddeep, then broad, lapping at my oversensitive flesh. Despite having come so many times already, I felt desire building again, a testament to their stamina and skill.

When I was trembling on the edge again, Khaaz guided me lower, positioning me over his cock. Unlike Zehn, he wanted me on top, giving me control of the pace. I sank down slowly, adjusting to his different shape—slightly longer than Zehn but not quite as thick. The sensation of him filling me made us both groan.

“Move,” he urged, his hands on my hips. “Take your pleasure.”

I rocked against him, finding a rhythm that built steadily toward another climax. His hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples. Through our growing bond, I felt his wonder at being inside me, his disbelief that I had chosen him alongside Zehn.

“I want you,” I assured him, leaning down to kiss him deeply. “I choose you.”

His eyes gleamed with emotion. As my movements grew more erratic, signaling my approaching orgasm, he guided my body down, his mouth finding the swell of my breast.

“When you come,” he whispered against my skin, echoing Zehn’s words, “I will mark you. Do you accept?”

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