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Dorian thrusts into my pussy with a deep growl. "Elena, you're so tight." James's hand cradles my jaw as he guides his cock between my lips. I take him in, moaning around him as Dorian sets a relentless rhythm. James groans, his fingers tightening just a little. “Fuck yeah, just like that.”

When he pulls back, Cole is there to replace him, his length thick and already slick with anticipation. He slips past my lips, his other hand resting lightly on my shoulder, steadying me as my mouth works him in rhythm with Dorian’s thrusts.

They take turns, slow and deliberate. One filling my mouth while the other strokes himself, their movements fluid and practiced. Each time they withdraw, I find myself aching for the next.

“Work my knot, sugar,” James murmurs, voice rough as his eyes track every movement. “Show me what those talented hands can do.”

Cole’s voice is rough, his control slipping. “Come again, Elena. With us. Now.”

They move as one unit, a three-headed, multi-limbed pleasure machine: Dorian’s hips snap into my pussy, his knot slowlyinflating further; so is James’s cock as my hand works its magic on him, aiming it toward my breast; and Cole’s knot fills my mouth as he becomes impossibly big. The pressure builds, unbearable yet wonderful, until their combined roars shake the room, and probably the foundations of the house.

I come screaming, my body convulsing around Dorian as his knot swells inside me, locking us together. His release pours into me, hot and claiming, triggering another wave of tremors through my limbs.

Above me, James groans, his knot twitching in my grasp as thick ropes of his release streak across my breasts. Cole withdraws from my mouth with a gasp, his hand taking over in quick, desperate strokes before he finishes beside James, warmth splashing across my tits in messy, possessive patterns.

When it finally, finally ends, my body gives out, and my nest looks like a hurricane had a party in it. A very fun hurricane.

Cole strokes my hair, his voice rough. "Fuck, Elena, you absolutely destroyed us."

I whimper, a smile tugging at my lips as I melt into the mattress, boneless and utterly sated. "Mission accomplished, then." I manage to slur.

Dorian and James collapse on either side of me, their warmth pressing close, their scents clinging to me like a second skin.

James presses a kiss to my forehead, his thumb brushing my cheek. "Relax now, baby," he murmurs.

Dorian nuzzles my neck, his knot still lodged comfortably inside me. "We’ve got you." He sounds so sure, so content.

Chapter forty-nine

Elena

My body is slowly returning to itself, sensation creeping back into my limbs while my mind drifts back from somewhere far, far away. Dorian has slipped out of me, and now the four of us lie tangled together in the nest.

Physically, I feel so much better. The relief is deep and grounding, but a quiet ache lingers, deeper than my heat.

“I want…” My voice trembles. “I want each of you to claim me.”

The alphas stir. "I never wanted anything more than this…" Cole begins, his voice a rumble I feel through my entire body as all three sets of hands find mine. "But… are you absolutely sure?"

I can see the weight behind his words, and it only makes me want this more. The claiming bite isn't a maybe, it's forever. It'sthe physical seal of our bond, an irreversible act that will tie us together in the most primal, permanent way.

"Yes," I whisper, "All of you. Please."

They exchange a quick glance, then look back at me, their expressions warm and certain. "You got it, beautiful," Cole says, his voice ready and gentle.

Without needing words, they move: Cole straddles me while James and Dorian flank my sides, their mouths finding my nipples. Their tongues send jolts of exquisite sensation through me as my hands instinctively seek out both their cocks, stroking them erect.

Cole enters me in one powerful stroke, filling me all the way to his knot as his body leans slightly forward. I gasp at the feral satisfaction as my body arches in ecstasy. His hips begin a driving rhythm, each thrust echoing the divine attention my breasts are getting. I'm overwhelmed and overloaded, spiraling toward the edge, stars exploding behind my eyelids.

"Cole!" I cry out, my nails digging into his powerful back as each thrust drives me higher. When he releases inside me with a possessive growl, I break apart. James and Dorian follow, their cocks pulsing and spilling all over my thighs.

As the waves of my climax crash through me, James and Dorian shift back to give us space. Cole settles over me, pulling me close against his chest, his lips finding my neck to trail kisses along the sensitive skin where neck meets shoulder. I tilt my head instinctively, offering better access; an age-old omega gesture of submission and trust that feels utterly natural.

"You know," I mumble, "for a man of few words, your actions are incredibly eloquent."

He just chuckles, a warm puff of air against my skin. "Elena," he says, my name a prayer on his lips. "I love you."

Then, his teeth break my skin. The sensation is like nothing I've ever experienced, a sharp pain that immediately dissolvesinto pleasure so intense my vision whites out. Something fundamental shifts inside me, an invisible thread connecting us, binding us. I feel his emotions as if they're my own: his protectiveness, his devotion, his absolute certainty that this is right.

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