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His rhythm has gone ragged now, whatever control he had left finally coming apart. His hand reaches around Malakai and grips his cock, stroking him in time with every thrust.

“One more together.”

His eyes find mine.

“All of us.”

Something changes.

Their movements synchronize.

Rhett.

Malakai.

Ezra.

One rhythm.

One pulse.

The ground begins to shake beneath us.

A crack tears through the altar. Flowers burst from the Earth so quickly they bloom and die within the same breath, petals raining around us while another wave immediately replaces them.

I feel the tension building in all three of them.

Feel their bodies tightening.

Feel the exact second all of us reach the edge together.

“Now,” Rhett snarls.

They pull away almost as one, leaving me empty and shaking at the sudden loss.

Then they’re over me.

Around me.

Rhett, Malakai, and Ezra fist themselves as they cum across my breasts, my stomach, my face, my open thighs.

Hot streaks mark my skin.

Claiming me.

Not because some ancient ritual says they can.

Because I chose them.

I open my mouth and catch what I can, swallowing as the taste of all three of them mixes on my tongue.

But they don’t stop touching each other.

And I can’t stop watching.

Ezra wraps his hand around Rhett’s cock, milking the last drops onto my skin. His thumb drags over the sensitive head, and Rhett groans, hips jerking into his grip.

Malakai turns his head and takes Ezra into his mouth, cleaning him slowly with his tongue while Ezra buries a hand in the Tiller’s hair.