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And it does, washing through me in a wave that blurs my vision at the edges. Every nerve ending fires at once, but instead of scattering my focus, it narrows it to a single point of desire.

I want Orien. I want him inside me. I want his third Mark on my nape, permanent and irrevocable. I want to belong to him completely.

And I want it now.

He rumbles as he tracks the flush climbing my throat, my chest, my cheeks. His hand comes up to cup my jaw, thumb brushing away a stray drop from my lower lip. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” I curl my legs beneath me to rise up onto my knees. “Like this.”

Orien’s hands on my hips steady me. I reach between us to grip his cock and line him up with my entrance.

Then I lower myself slowly, taking him inch by inch, breathing through the stretch as my inner muscles protest. A whine escapes me, and my hips wiggle with him still only halfway inside.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” Orien murmurs as he guides me the rest of the way down, his fat cock finding its home inside my body.

I whimper, my muscles flexing around him. It’s too much, three Heats back-to-back, but at the same time, I still crave his release filling me up.

I swirl my hips, adjusting to the stretch.

Orien’s hands settle on my waist, fingers digging into the muscle as he holds me steady. “You’re killing me. Move. Please.”

I do, lifting myself until just the head remains inside before sinking back down. The drag of his cock within my body sparks pleasure-pain along my nerves, and I let out a needy whine, doing it again.

Orien’s control breaks. His hands tighten on my waist, and he flips us in a single smooth motion, planting me face-first and ass up.

“Like this,” he says, already moving, his hips driving forward in a rhythm that leaves no room for doubt. “If you want my cum, you need to work for it.”

I grip the messy sheets, brace my toes on the mattress, and tilt my hips to take his next thrust deeper. The angle hits perfectly, the head of his cock nailing my prostate with every stroke, and my balls pull tight as my release builds fast.

I bow my head, exposing the back of my neck without prompting.

Orien shifts, bracing himself on one forearm while his other hand comes up to cradle my throat. His mouth finds my nape, tongue tracing the existing Marks before moving higher.

Teeth sink in with steady pressure, deep enough to pull a cry from my throat that is equal parts pain and release. The sting of it blooms into heat that spreads into my limbs, turning my bones to liquid beneath his hands.

Orien holds me there, mouth firm on my skin, tongue tracing the wound to ensure the bond takes hold. His hips continue to move, each thrust driving his cock deeper as my body opens further to take him.

I clench around his cock, the sensation so intense I whimper, the sound lost in the sheet. My own dick leaks, untouched but on the edge, pleasure building in slow, inexorable waves.

Orien’s rhythm breaks as he drives into me with increasing urgency. “I’m close. So close.”

“Fill me,” I manage, the word breaking on a gasp. “I want to be stuffed with your cum.”

He does, with a groan torn from the depths of his chest. His cock pulses inside me, flooding me so full that his cum leaks around the seal of our bodies to pool beneath us. The sensation triggers my own orgasm, slower and deeper than before, pleasure rolling through me in waves rather than a single strike.

My inner walls pulse around his length, milking every drop from him as my own release paints the sheets in clear fluid. The pleasure is so intense it’s painful, a full-body experience that leaves me shaking in its aftermath.

Orien collapses on top of me, pinning me to the mattress as we both struggle to catch our breath. His mouth finds the junction of my neck and shoulder, tongue soothing the fresh Mark with careful attention.

I go limp beneath him, satisfaction leaving every muscle loose and heavy, but my mind is clear in a way it’s never been before.

I’m not shattered by what’s happened. I’m more whole than I’ve ever been.

“I’ve got you,” Orien murmurs into my hair. “I’ve got you, and I’m not letting go.”

I hold him closer as tears slip down my cheeks.

I’m no longer Levon Vartanian, my brother’s spy and my uncle’s inconvenient Omega nephew. I am not Lee, either.