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The compliment warmed me from the inside out, filling spaces I hadn’t realized were empty. I reached out and hauled her closer, pressing my lips to hers. The kiss was different from last night’s hungry desperation—softer, more deliberate, a conversation rather than a demand. Her fingers traced patterns on my cheek, my jaw, my neck, each touch reaffirming that this was real, that we were here, that something profound had shifted between us.

When we pulled apart, her eyes glittered with something I couldn’t quite name. “You and Kiaan,” she said, voice low enough not to wake him. “I never imagined the two of you could connect like that. I’ve been so anxious about my feelings for both of you for so long…”

“I think he’s just doing it to please you.”

She chuckled. “Nah. I had him in my mouth when he came. I know how much that was turning him on.”

Kiaan made a grumpy sound.

“I’m sorry you were worried, Duchess,” I said, kissing her forehead. “Sorry you were going through that.”

“It was my own doing,” she muttered. “I was the one who started flirting with you both separately.”

“If only you knew you could have flirted with us both together.”

She moaned. “The way you touched him, the way he responded to you—it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Don’t you want us to fuck you?”

Her cheeks went pink. “I want him to give himself to you, to understand that he needs you as much as I do, and then I want him to fuck me, dripping with your cum.”

I felt heat creep up my neck, not from embarrassment but from the pride her words ignited. “Fuck. That’s sexy as hell.”

Behind me, Kiaan stirred, his arm tightening around my waist as he pressed his face against my shoulder blade. The gesture was so unconsciously intimate that it made my chest ache.

“I think maybe we fit,” I said, surprising myself with the certainty in my voice. “The three of us. Like we each bring something the others need.”

Skylar’s expression softened. “Yeah? I like that theory.” She leaned in to kiss me again, her lips brushing mine with deliberate gentleness. “So what happens next?”

“Next, you guys shut up so I can sleep,” Kiaan said, rocking his hips against my ass with a broken moan. I reached back and slapped his ass, and he rutted harder.

“You look pretty awake to me,” Skylar said.

“Am not.” He moaned softly, dragging his cock against the crease between my ass and thigh, leaving a wet streak.

Skylar chuckled. “So our boy’s grumpy and horny in the morning. Noted. Maybe he needs you to fuck him awake.”

I swallowed, eyes dropping to the sheets as my cheeks heated. “I’ve never—I mean, I’ve only been with one woman before, and never with a guy, and I’m so into this, but I don’t want to mess it up.”

Skylar’s smile turned wicked. “Would you fuck Kiaan if I asked you to?”

My cock hardened instantly, the image her words conjured impossible to ignore. “Hell yes,” I breathed, not even pausing toconsider. “I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to be inside him. To be his first and only, to see him beneath me, wrecked and cock drunk.”

Kiaan shifted against me, his voice sleep-rough as he murmured, “You can use my body any way you like. But only if you be quiet and let me sleep for fifteen more minutes.”

I turned my head to find him watching me through half-lidded eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“You’d let me do that?”

“After sleep,” he said, nuzzling my back. “I’m your fucktoy. Both of you can use my body how you like.”

I hauled him closer, squeezing and massaging his ass, and he moaned, pressing into the touch. I turned back to Skylar, and she waggled her eyebrows, then snuggled close and kissed me.

“I mean it,” he said, after a minute. “I want to be free use, to be a whore for both of you.” He squirmed against my ass, making a happy little sound at the thought.

The rawness of his words stole my breath. He was offering himself to me with such complete vulnerability. Not because he wanted men in general, but because he wanted me.

His hand slid up my chest to rest over my heart. “I trust Duchess, and I trust you, Ry.”