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I watched them both, feeling a surge of pride at their competence. My mate—mates—were not just physically beautiful but formidably intelligent as well. I might never fully rid myself of the shadows of my past, but with them, I could step into the light.

“We should hunt,” I suggested, finding my voice stronger than before. “Provide one more fresh meal before we leave.”

Zehn nodded approvingly. “Good idea. The facility’s stores are adequate, but nothing compares to fresh meat.”

We dressed quickly in the practical clothing we’d found in the facility’s supplies. Everly remained behind to continue her work with the archives while Zehn and I prepared for the hunt. As we moved through the facility toward the exit, a new ease existed between us—the bond humming with shared purpose and unspoken understanding.

Outside, the alien landscape stretched before us, bathed in the golden light of early morning. We moved in tandem, two predators tracking prey through unfamiliar terrain. Where before we had maintained a careful distance, now we operated as a single unit, communicating through subtle gestures and the deep awareness of each other’s movements that our bond provided.

We found a herd of herbivores grazing in a valley about two kilometers from the facility—creatures resembling Earth’s deer but with six legs and curving horns that spiraled fromtheir heads. With silent coordination, we separated to flank our chosen target—a mature male grazing slightly apart from the others.

I circled downwind, using the terrain for cover as Zehn positioned himself for the drive. When he gave the signal—a short, sharp whistle—I burst from cover, driving the creature toward where Zehn waited. The animal was fast, its six legs giving it tremendous speed, but we were faster. Zehn intercepted it with a powerful leap, bringing it down with a clean strike to the neck that severed its spine.

The kill was efficient, merciful, and deeply satisfying on a primal level. As we field-dressed the carcass, I found myself speaking more freely than I had in years, discussing hunting techniques that had been downloaded into my brain while I was in containment. Zehn listened with genuine interest, sharing his own experiences from different worlds where Legion missions had taken him.

By the time we returned to the facility, carrying our cleaned and butchered prize between us, something fundamental had shifted in our relationship. The bond between us had deepened, no longer just an extension of our shared connection to Everly but something unique to us—two predators who recognized each other as equals.

Everly met us at the facility entrance, her face lighting up at the sight of our successful hunt. “You’re back! I was starting to wonder if you’d gotten lost.”

“Not lost,” Zehn rumbled, pride evident in his voice. “Just thorough.”

We prepared the meal together in the facility’s small kitchen area. I took charge of the meat, my knife skills honed from years of survival, while Zehn prepared vegetation we’d gathered along with our hunt. Everly contributed edible plants she’d discoveredin the facility’s greenhouse section, creating a feast that honored our last night in this sanctuary that had brought us together.

After we ate, Everly insisted on cleaning up, shooing us both toward the bathing facilities with firm instructions to wash away the scent of the hunt. We complied, amused by her bossiness.

The bathing chamber was designed for multiple users, with several shower heads positioned around a central area. Zehn and I entered together, stripping off our clothing with the unselfconsciousness of warriors accustomed to communal living. As the warm water cascaded over us, I became acutely aware of his gaze on my scarred body.

“They hurt you badly,” he said, his voice low as his eyes traced the network of scars that covered my torso and limbs.

I nodded, not trusting my voice. Through our bond, I felt his anger at what had been done to me, and beneath it, a fierce protectiveness that matched my own feelings toward him and Everly.

“They will never touch you again,” he promised, his hand coming up to rest on my shoulder. “Not while I draw breath.”

The moment stretched between us, charged with unspoken emotion. Then Everly’s voice called from the doorway, breaking the tension.

“Are you two almost done? Because I was thinking we could make the most of our last night here.”

We turned to find her leaning against the doorframe, wearing nothing but a smile. Through our bond, her desire reached us—warm and inviting, tinged with the playfulness that was uniquely hers.

We dried quickly and followed her to our sleeping area, where she had arranged the bedding into a comfortable nest. She met us in the center, her small form dwarfed by our larger bodies but radiating confidence and desire that matched our own.

What followed was different from our initial bonding—less frantic, more deliberate. We took our time exploring each other, mapping responses and reactions through touch and taste and the deeper awareness our bond provided. I found myself drawn to Everly’s core, the sweet scent of her arousal calling to me like a beacon. When I settled between her thighs, her hands tangled in my mane, guiding me to where she wanted my mouth.

I took my time, savoring her unique flavor as I worked her with my tongue. Through our bond, I felt exactly what pleased her most—the broad strokes that made her gasp, the pointed tip that made her writhe. Zehn knelt beside her, swallowing her moans with deep kisses as his hands caressed her breasts.

When she came against my tongue, her thighs trembling around my head, the shared pleasure nearly undid me. I felt her climax as if it were my own, the sweet release washing through all three of us through our bond.

Before I could recover, Zehn was moving, positioning me so that I remained between Everly’s legs. With gentle guidance, he helped me enter her, both of us groaning as her tight heat enveloped my cock. Then I felt his presence behind me, his body caging mine as his hands gripped my hips.

“Yes,” I gasped, understanding his intent without words. Through our bond, I felt his approval, his desire, and beneath it all, his need to claim me fully as I claimed Everly.

The first press of his cock against my entrance was a burning stretch that bordered on pain. He worked me open with patient determination, using oil from the facility’s supplies to ease the way. When he finally breached me, the fullness was overwhelming—a physical echo of the completeness our bond had created between us.

We moved together in perfect synchrony, Zehn setting the pace for all three of us. Each thrust of his hips drove me deeper into Everly, creating a circuit of pleasure that flowed through ourbond. I felt everything—the tight heat of Everly around my cock, the thick pressure of Zehn inside me, and through our bond, their pleasure magnifying my own.

When Zehn’s teeth found the base of my neck, the claiming bite sent a shock wave through my entire body. The bond between us flared blindingly bright, cementing what had begun during our first joining. I was his as surely as I was Everly’s, and they were both mine in return.

The triple climax that followed transcended anything I’d experienced before—three bodies, three minds, three souls joined in perfect unity. As we collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and ragged breathing, I felt a completeness I’d never imagined possible. No longer a failed experiment, a hybrid abomination, but a bonded mate. Claimed. Wanted. Loved.

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