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“You’re so perfect, Kai,” Marcus murmured, his voice reaching me through the fog of pleasure that was quickly overwhelming my senses. “So responsive. So ours.”

I moaned in response, my hands finding purchase on Marcus’ and Caleb’s shoulders as I sought to ground myself in the midst of this sensory overload. Derek’s fingers teased my entrance, sliding in with practiced ease as Marcus continued to stroke my cock.

The feel of Derek inside me, the warmth of Marcus’ hand, the taste of Caleb’s kiss—it was all too much, and yet not enough. I could feel the truth of Marcus’ words in my bones, in the strange new energy of our bond. I was theirs, in every sense of the word.

Chapter 30

“Please,” I gasped. More touch, more kisses, more of everything—anything to chase away the ache that was building low in my belly.

“Soon, little mate,” Marcus murmured against my ear, his voice a soothing balm that did nothing to quell the fire raging inside me. “Soon, we’ll give you everything you need. Everything you’ve ever wanted.”

The next thing I knew, I was being lifted out of the shower in a tangle of wet limbs and hungry mouths. Marcus carried me to the bedroom like I weighed nothing—a perk of dating supernaturally strong werewolves that I was quickly coming to appreciate.

He deposited me on the bed with surprising gentleness for someone who looked ready to devour me whole. I barely had time to catch my breath before Caleb was there, his weight dipping the mattress as he crawled toward me like a predator stalking prey.

“Come here,” I whispered, reaching for him with grabby hands that would’ve embarrassed me if I wasn’t so far gone with need.

Caleb’s mouth claimed mine in a kiss that made my toes curl. His tongue swept against mine, tasting, teasing, demanding a response I was all too willing to give. I whimpered against his lips, my fingers digging into his shoulders as if I could somehow pull him closer, meld our bodies together through sheer force of will.

“Greedy little thing,” he murmured against my mouth, the words more praise than censure.

“Says the wolf who’s been eye-fucking me across the dinner table for hours,” I shot back, though the effect was somewhat ruined by my breathlessness.

Caleb’s laugh was a warm rumble against my lips. “Can you blame me? After that shower stunt you pulled?”

The bed dipped again as Marcus settled behind me, his chest a wall of heat against my back. His lips found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, and I shivered as his teeth grazed the skin there. His hands were everywhere, caressing, claiming, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

“You taste like heaven,” Marcus growled, his grip on my hip tightening possessively.

“I taste like your fancy shower gel,” I corrected, my sass diminishing with every stroke of his fingers.

“You taste like ours,” he countered, the simple declaration sending a shiver down my spine.

Derek appeared at the foot of the bed, his eyes dark with hunger as he spread my legs wide with his broad hands. I groaned in anticipation, my body already knowing what was coming even as my brain short-circuited.

“Planning to join the party down there?” I managed, my voice embarrassingly high as Derek’s thumbs traced maddening circles on my inner thighs.

His answering smile was pure sin. “I’ve been thinking about this since you locked us in that sauna.”

Caleb released my mouth, turning his attention to my chest. His tongue circled one nipple, then the other, until they were hard, sensitive peaks that sent jolts of pleasure straight to my groin with each flick of his tongue.

“Please,” I begged again, my voice barely recognizable.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Derek purred, his warm breath ghosting over my aching cock. “And because I’ve been dying to taste you properly.”

Below me, Derek spread my legs with an ease that spoke volumes of his intentions. I groaned, not in protest but in raw anticipation. When his mouth claimed me—my very average, yet apparently irresistible soldier—I could’ve sworn fireworks exploded behind my eyelids.

“Oh God,” I gasped, my hands flying to his hair, not sure if I wanted to pull him closer or push him away from the overwhelming sensation. The weeks of teasing and tension with the brothers had left me embarrassingly sensitive.

Derek worked magic between my thighs—no wand required, just his lips and tongue performing spells that had me seeing stars and chanting incantations of pleasure. The intensity was almost too much—I was already teetering on the edge after just moments of his attention, my body betraying how desperately I’d wanted this.

“Derek, I’m— I can’t—” I tried to warn him, mortified at how quickly I was approaching the edge. Three weeks of supernatural foreplay apparently did wonders for reducing one’s stamina.

His only response was to double his efforts, one large hand splayed across my stomach to hold me in place as his tongue flicked and swirled with devastating precision. Through the haze of pleasure, I caught his eyes watching me, filled with smug satisfaction at my helpless response.

“It’s okay, little mate,” Marcus murmured against my ear, seeming to understand my embarrassment. “Let go. We have all night.”

“And supernatural recovery time,” Caleb added with a wicked grin, his fingers teasing my nipples. “First one’s always quick. Builds character.”

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