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The words break from me on a sob. I’m desperate now, trembling against the ropes while the field pulses around us. Flowers burst open beneath our feet only to wither seconds later, new blooms pushing through the dead ones as quickly as they fall.

The Earth feels everything I do.

Every touch.

Every shudder.

Every desperate ache.

"I need all of you inside me.” My voice cracks as I pull against the restraints again. “Please, please…"

“Together,” Rhett says, and it isn’t a question.

But before either of them moves, Malakai reaches back.

His hand finds Ezra’s hip and pulls him closer.

And I watch.

I fucking watch as Malakai turns his head and kisses Ezra full on the mouth.

There’s nothing gentle about it. Their mouths crash together with two centuries of tension finally breaking open between them. Ezra groans into the kiss, one hand coming up to grip Malakai’s jaw, holding him there as Malakai devours him right back.

“Fuck,” Rhett breathes against my neck. “Finally.”

They break apart slowly, foreheads pressed together, both of them breathing hard. Malakai’s voice is wrecked when he finally speaks.

“I’ve wanted that since before you were born, Reaper.”

Ezra’s fingers tighten against his jaw.

“Then take it,” he growls. “Take everything.”

And they do.

They arrange me like I’m nothing more than a vessel for everything they’ve denied themselves for centuries.

And fuck, I love it.

Rhett lowers himself into the dirt and pulls me on top of him. My wrists remain bound above me, tethered to the root, forcing my back into an arch as he shoves my skirt up around my waist.

Then he positions himself at my entrance.

The broad head of his cock presses against me, stretching, burning.

“Relax,” he growls, his hands clamping around my hips hard enough to bruise. “Let me in, sweetheart. Let me stretch you.”

He thrusts up.

I scream.

He’s so fucking big.

The stretch tears through me as he fills me inch by inch, stealing the air from my lungs until sparks burst behind my eyes. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow. His grip tightens as he pulls me down until he’s buried to the root, leaving me trembling above him while my pussy flutters desperately around his cock.

“Good girl,” he pants.

His thumb finds my clit.