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“Such a good fucking girl, taking all of me.”

He circles slowly, deliberately, watching my face.

“Now hold still.”

I don’t understand why until Malakai moves behind me.

Oh.

His hands spread my ass, his thumbs pressing me open, and then I feel him.

His cock.

Thick. Heavy. Slick with something that feels impossibly warm against my skin, oil drawn from the Earth itself. The Tiller’s gift.

“Kai,” I whimper. “Kai, I can’t…”

“You can.”

His voice carries the steadiness of the ground beneath us. Ancient. Certain.

“The Earth made you for this, Sage. Made you to receive. Made you to feed us.”

He pushes.

The burn is exquisite.

My body fights the intrusion even as I push back against him, caught somewhere between the sharp stretch and the desperate need for more.

Rhett goes perfectly still beneath me, his cock pulsing inside my pussy as Malakai works himself deeper.

And then I feel it.

Them.

Separated by almost nothing.

Two bodies filling mine so completely that every movement from one presses into the other through me.

“Fuck,” Rhett groans. His head falls back. “Fuck, I can feel him. I can fucking feel…”

“Move,” Malakai commands.

They do.

Slowly at first.

Rhett thrusts up as Malakai pulls back. Then Malakai drives forward as Rhett retreats, their rhythm building until they’re working against each other through my body.

Every coherent thought disappears.

I’m full.

So fucking full.

Stretched and used and trembling between them, and I love every filthy second of it.

My moans sharpen into screams as their rhythm grows harder.