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He tips my chin to face him and kisses me again. Wren’s shadows guide me onto my back again, slipping my pants free.

“We love watching you,” he whispers.

Forest drags a hand between my breasts and my legs widen. Hussy.

I squeeze my knees shut but Nicholas is there, crawling on his stomach with his face inches away from my throbbing pussy.

“He wants to be the first to taste you,” Wren murmurs. “Before we spread you open and make you scream.”

Nicholas growls and his eyes go black. The Almost Smile he flashes means more than a full grin from anyone else.

A small moan lodges in my chest as Forest grabs my face to kiss me harder. Wren spreads fire wherever he nips, biting a line across my neck and shoulders. And Nicholas, fuck⁠—

His authoritative growl deepens, and I freeze, seconds before cool breath gusts across my slit.

Followed by his tongue.

The brush of his long exhale sends goosebumps along my skin. Then he wraps his lips around my core and sucks, sending my heart racing and climbing into my throat. Clawed hands graze up my inner thighs to pin me.

He lifts ink-black eyes to watch me with his head buried between my legs.

The answering pull in my pussy drags a hiss of air from him, and I know without asking that tonight, I’m going to lose myself.

He slides his tongue into my channel, and Forest moves at the same time, parting my lips, kissing me like the sun rising tomorrow depends on it.

Wren slides his hand up to my throat to collar me.

“You’re ours, pretty monster,” he says. “It’s the same thing I told you then. You belong to us. No more running. We’ve found you.”

Puzzle pieces snap into place.

The ache between my legs spikes, and my heart cracks.

There’s not enough room for this inside me. For any of it.

No matter how much I’d like it to be true.

No matter how patiently the three of them wait for me to play catch up.

Forest kisses, Wren increases the pressure, and Nicholas lifts my ass to arch my hips up to his mouth. His tongue finds the right tempo, the right spot, and my head blanks.

I’ve never felt so alive. Or so guilty.

Chapter 29

Nicholas

Helene pulled us all into the memory, reacting so strongly to it that it bled from her, dragging the rest of us with her. Helpless.

Horny.

A rumbling laugh spreads across my chest. I stiffen at the sounds and my head snaps up as awareness returns, clawing its way along my spine.

Helene shifts beneath me, pinned between my palm on her ass and the other on her thigh, her plea a murmured prayer.

My lips push against her core, her desire slicked over my face.

Heat stalls in my ribs. Her scent draws me closer, and in one fluid motion, I return to her pussy, eating her out.