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I found his hand and laced our fingers together.

“You are mine now. And I’m yours, Caius,” I whispered. “I’m yours.”

Chapter 19

Elowen

Alaric stroked my hair as Caius lay behind me, his arm across my waist and his knot still holding us together. I kept my eyes closed, reaching for the bonds just because I could and moving from one to the other until I could tell them apart without thinking, like I was some sort of psychic or medium—or maybe a telepath. I almost chuckled at that.

Alaric felt calm and steady, but beneath it all, I could feel how much I already meant to him. Caius was different. He had a constant need to keep me close and safe, mixed with a deep contentment.

I’d been so caught up in the two of them that I’d almost forgotten we had company. Lucien, Leon and Darius were still where I’d left them, and none of them looked particularly relaxed.

I honestly thought I’d be too tired for anything else, but then I looked at Lucien, then Leon, and by the time my eyes reached Darius, I wanted all three of them.

Maybe I was greedy.

Alaric stopped stroking my hair. “You have no reason to feel guilty for wanting your scent-matched Alphas, my heart.”

“It feels greedy,” I admitted, turning towards him. “I loved being with you and Caius. It was amazing, so why do I still want more?”

“You don’t have to divide your desire between us.” He drew the blanket down from my face and tucked it around my shoulder. “Giving affection to one of us takes nothing from the others.”

“And you don’t have to want each of us equally, or in the same way,” Caius said, kissing the back of my head.

They sounded so sure about it that I started to believe them. When I looked back at Lucien and Leon, both men were still waiting exactly where I’d left them.

Once Caius’s knot had softened enough, he eased out of me and cleaned me with the warm cloth Leon had left nearby. He kissed the mark on my neck afterwards, then joined Alaric among the cushions.

I let the blanket fall. “Lucien. Leon. Come here.”

They crawled toward me, their blankets left behind, and I let myself look. It was obscene the way their hard cocks swayed with each movement.

Lucien knelt on my left and Leon on my right.

“I want both of you.”

“Together?” Lucien asked.

“Yes.” My face was definitely getting hot.

“Then you’ll have us, my darling,” Lucien said.

That was all I needed to hear. I caught the back of his neck and kissed him, hard enough to pull a low sound from his mouth as one hand closed around my waist. He was panting by the time I released his lower lip and grabbed Leon, bunching the hair at the back of his head into my fist and kissing him just as hard, just as greedily.

After that, I kept going from one to the other, barely giving either of them time to breathe. Neither stayed still when I moved away either; Leon’s mouth went straight to my neck whenever I left his, while Lucien dropped to my breasts the second I turned back to Leon.

Slowly, my hands travelled down their chests, and both men growled the second my fingers closed around them. Their bodies jerked as I started moving my hands, clumsy at first—especially with my left—but judging by the sounds they were making, neither of them cared. That only encouraged me, and I kept going until my hands were slick with precum and my grip kept slipping, both Alphas breathing hard against me.

“Now,” I said, barely recognising my own voice. “I want you both now.”

“You’ll take Lucien first,” Leon said, settling me over him with my back against his chest. “Then I’ll join you.”

I nodded, and he caught me behind the knees, lifting and spreading my legs for Lucien.

I’d never felt so completely exposed. My legs were spread wide, slick and cum still running out of me, but the sight only seemed to make Lucien hungrier. His scent grew stronger as he stared before settling between my thighs.

“Please,” I begged. “Please fuck me already!”