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I shatter.

The orgasm tears through me with the violence of the earth splitting open.

I scream as my pussy clamps around Rhett and my body tightens around Malakai, pleasure ripping through me so intensely that it edges into pain.

They don’t stop.

They fuck me through every spasm, every broken sound, every helpless tremor, until another wave begins building before the first has completely released me.

Around us, the field answers.

Flowers explode from the black soil in violent bursts of color, blooming and dying within seconds before another wave pushes through the remains.

The Earth is drinking from us.

“Again,” Malakai commands.

His hand reaches around and closes around my throat.

Then Ezra’s hand covers his.

Both of them holding me.

I break again.

And again.

The orgasms blur together until I lose count, each one crashing into the next until I’m reduced to a shaking, screaming mess between them.

Bound.

Filled.

Theirs because I fucking choose to be.

And somehow, beneath all the brutality, I feel the care threaded through it.

Rhett’s thumb brushes gently over my hip even as he thrusts into me.

Malakai presses his mouth against my spine between whispered praises.

“Beautiful,” he breathes. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Ezra kisses Malakai’s shoulder while he moves inside him, and for one impossible moment, I can feel what this really is.

Not ownership.

Not sacrifice.

Not the Harvest taking what it believes belongs to it.

Us.

All four of us connected because we chose to be.

“Please,” I sob. “Please… I can’t. It’s too much. Too fucking much…”

“One more,” Ezra growls from behind Malakai.