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“Kai!” Rhea moans, face buried in her arms, half-laughing, half-dying of shame.
Ash’s jaw ticks like a damn stopwatch. I lean in again, still inside her, still pulsing.
“That’s so fucking hot,” I murmur. “You get all needy just thinking about Lucian’s moody ass? Kinda kinky, Bambi.”
Ash mutters a prayer for patience.
I hum. “Not judging. But if Rhea’s cunt starts clenching every time someone growls her name, we’re gonna need a rotation schedule.”
She groans like she wants to die and laugh at the same time.
Mission: accomplished.
Ash snarls, “I will end you.”
“You wish,” I shoot back.
Then I grind in just a little deeper, making her gasp, her body fluttering around me all over again.
“Lucky for me,” I grin, “Bambi here has excellent taste.”
And apparently, it’s me.
You're welcome.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Rhea
Kai’s hands linger on my skin like he forgot what post-sex etiquette is. He strokes my thighs, my back, probably to make sure I haven’t died from sheer pleasure overdose.
"Shit,"he mutters, voice all lazy and drunk on come. “I’m gonna be thinking about this for weeks. Like... years. Like... probably on my deathbed.”
He presses a kiss to my lower back, then another to the curve of my hip like I’m some holy altar and not a very sweaty, twitching mess.
“Maybe we should just chain you to the couch,” he adds, still breathless. “Save us the trouble of pretending we’re not all completely unhinged over you.”
I laugh - sort of. It starts as a laugh, then turns into a whimper because,oh hello, nerve endings.
My whole body is boneless and buzzing, every muscle somewhere betweensex goddessandcan’t feel my legs.
I’m wrecked. Fully, unapologetically wrecked.
I could probably be classified as a biohazard right now.
And still... not done.
Because I can feel it. The bond with Ash, steady and grounding, a quiet hum in my chest. Kai’s, on the other hand, is screaming like a feral cat in heat - unruly, hot, curling through me like fire under skin. But there’s one bond missing.
And I can feelhim.
Not physically, not yet. But that pressure in the room? That waiting?
That’s Theo.
He’s still holding the line like some noble golden retriever trying not to hump your leg because he believes in honor.
Which, frankly, is starting to piss me off.
