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Andthat’swhat breaks me.
The feel of his muscles under my thighs. The way his growl vibrates against my chest. The way I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that he could have taken me right here, and didn’t.
That kind of control?
It’s a kinkIdidn’t know I had.
I find my release with a broken cry, body trembling, legs tightening around his waist.
Loud. Shaking.
Soaked.
I come in waves, sharp, hot, and raw. It rolls through my thighs, my stomach, my throat, leaving me soaked through my dress and his trousers. My hips stutter and jerk, thighs clenching, nerves short-circuiting as slick gushes out in a sudden rush.
It's the kind of orgasm you regret slightly because you weren’t wearing waterproof mascara or pants, and the entire car basically turns into an alpha sauna.
“Fuck me,”Kai groans, shifting hard in his seat, the sound more growl than voice.“I’m gonna need therapy.”
Lucian mutters something about military-grade tranquilizers while Ash exhales like a monk resisting sin.
And Theo?
Theo just holds me, hand cradling the back of my head like I’m holy.
Which honestly, after that performance, I might be.
But it’s not over. Oh no. Because now I feel it.
The bond. Or… bonds. Plural.
My body’s reaching toward all four of them like I’m a WiFi signal connecting to every device in range.
“Shit,” I whisper, dazed and shaking. “I - whatisthis?”
Theo doesn’t speak, but his hold tightens just slightly.
“I can feel you,” I breathe, voice barely audible. “All of you. Like… like my body’s pulling toward you.”
“That’s the start of it.” Lucian’s voice is tight. Controlled. Furious. “The bond.”
“Bonds,” Theo corrects. “Plural.”
“It doesn’t work like that,” Lucian bites out.
“No,” I whisper, my head shaking from side to side. “There’s no bond yet. I didn’t -”
“You don’t have to,” Ash cuts in. His voice is quieter than the rest.Calmer. “Your body’s already choosing.”
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
The word echoes in my chest like a heartbeat.
Not from one, but from all four.
I gasp softly. My hands are shaking. My heart is pounding, trying to decide which direction to run -
Or, more specifically, which alpha to runto.
