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Kai strokes himself lazily, like this is a show he’s seen before.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You look amazing. You also look like you might pass out, but like, in a hot way.”
Ash growls again. “She’s mine right now.”
“Sure,” Kai grins. “But she’s still all ofours.”
My eyes squeeze tightly to a close as pleasure overwhelms me, and a new pair of hands tugs at the bottom of the hoodie before pulling it up and over my head. It's flung somewhere - I assume it lands in another dimension - and I’m bare.Again.
Glowing. A mess.
Still, I try for sass.
“You could’ve at least asked before yeeting my emotional support hoodie across the room.”
I open my eyes just in time to catch Kai grinning down at me.
“I’ll buy you five more. Custom embroidered.Team Bambi.”
But I can’t laugh. Not really.
Because Ash is still inside me, moving like he means it, and I can feel everything spiraling.
Every muscle wound tight. Every nerve on fire.
Every alpha in the room dialed in on me like I’m their whole goddamn world.
“Fuckinghell,” Kai breathes, voice full of wonder now. “Look at how your tits bounce while Ash fucks you.”
But I don’t look at them - I look at Ash, and Iseehim.
The tension in his jaw. The way his hands tremble, even as he steadies me.
And I don’t know why I do it. Maybe I’ve always known.
I bury my face in Ash’s neck, and I breathe him in - deep, greedy, full of instinct and need.
Not a polite sniff. This is primal.Carnal. Like I’m trying to eat his soul.
“No more running,” he grits out. “I can’t - fuck, Iwon’tfight it anymore.”
He turns his nose into my throat and inhales me back -
And the bondslamsinto place.
Not a slow burn. Not a soft click.
It’s a bonafide, earth-shattering, brain-melting, full-soul detonation.
It snaps into place like a whip crack; loud, sharp, and totally unforgiving. My body seizes and then melts all in the same breath. I sob: messy, undignified, full-body crying that saysthis bond just rearranged my organs.
Because all at once, I can reallyfeelhim - his hunger, his need, his grief for the restraint he thought he had to keep. His overwhelming desire to claim, to protect, to own, to serve, tobe mineand make mehis.
His instincts collide with mine, crashing into the hollow place in me that’s been wide open since the moment I first reached for him, and now he’s reaching back.
At last.
I scream his name, and it’s not even cute. It’s feral.Ugly.Glorious.
