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Rowan joins, his hands everywhere—thighs, ass, back, as if he can’t get enough. He leans in, bites down on Jess’s shoulder, marking her, and she cries out again.
The three of us work together, no rivalry, just a shared mission—bring Jess to the edge, and hold her there as long as possible.
She peaks again, then again, until her voice goes hoarse and she’s trembling so hard I think she might black out. I slow down,easing her through the aftershocks, until she’s limp and panting, sweat-drenched and radiant.
Cassian kisses her forehead, then her lips, breathing like he’s run a 10K.
Rowan stays, stroking her cheek, whispering something I can’t hear. Then his body shudders, and he knots her.
And here I am, not able to do the same for her.
She’s still shaking, aftershocks rolling through her in waves, when her mouth finds my shoulder. Not a kiss—something else. Her lips part, teeth grazing skin, and I feel the question in the pressure.
My breath catches. “Jess?—”
She pulls back just enough to look at me, heat-glazed, but determined.
“Can I?” Her voice is wrecked, barely a whisper, but I hear everything she’s not saying.
Every Omega who looked through me like I was furniture. Every “I need a real Alpha” that carved pieces out of my chest. Every time I convinced myself that being useful was enough, that I didn’t need to be wanted—not like this.
“You don’t have to—” I start, because I need her to know she owes me nothing.
“I know.” She cups my face, thumb tracing my cheekbone. “That’s why I want to.”
The bite comes slow. She sets her teeth against the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, gentle at first, giving me time to pull away.
I don’t. I sink my fingers into her hair and hold her there, feeling each moment as her jaw tightens—pressure, then the bright sting of breaking skin, then the hot pulse of her tongue soothing what she’s marked.
It’s not an Alpha bite. But she’s locking me to her with biology and scent.This is choice.
When she finally pulls back, there’s blood on her lips and something fierce and possessive in her eyes that makes my chest crack open. She licks the mark once, sealing it, and I feel it like a brand—not on my skin, but somewhere deeper.
“Mine,” she says, and it’s not heat talking. It’s Jess.
I can’t speak. I just pull her against me and hold on, feeling the hot sting on my shoulder pulse in time with my heartbeat, proof that I’m not invisible anymore.
That I never was to her.
Rowan’s fingers brush my arm, a quiet squeeze of approval, and for one dizzy second, it feels like the bond snapped around all three of us at once.
After a few minutes, I grab a towel from the basket, wipe Jess down, and wrap her in a clean sheet.
She looks at me, dazed, and smiles.
“You’re all insane,” she croaks, but her eyes are brighter than ever.
“Yeah,” I say, “but you love us anyway.”
She doesn’t answer, just closes her eyes and lets us take care of her.
For now, that’s all any of us need.
CHAPTER 36
CASSIAN
Jess is dead weight on my chest. Not complaining, though.
