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The threat lands somewhere south of my belly, and I go rigid against him, every muscle locked in place while the toy continues its relentless assault. My nails bite into his shoulders hard enough to leave crescents through the fabric.

Elias snaps the folder shut. “This can wait.” His eyes don’t leave mine. “You and I need to talk, Little Doe.”

I swallow against the dryness in my throat. “W-what?”

His thumb strokes my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “You’ve been quiet all week.” His lips gently brush mine as he speaks. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

My rehearsed excuses dissolve under his focus. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Elias hums before dipping his head, his teeth grazing my nipple. I arch into the sharp pleasure-pain, a small shriek catching in my throat as he adds pressure. “Do you think we don’t notice when you pull away?”

I bit down on my lip until the metallic tang of blood bloomed. “It’s nothing.”

“Sloane.” Nate’s voice cut through the haze. “Don’t lie.”

Heat flooded my cheeks. “Fine. Why haven’t either of you slept with me?”

Nate shuts off the toy as Elias stills, his breath warm against my breast.

Oh god.

They hadn’t known.

“It just that… Jace has,” I rush out, voice unsteady. “You two haven’t. We do everything but that. And after seeing you together last week...” I swallow. “I wondered if I’m not really part of this.”

“Sola,” Nate cups my cheeks with both hands, his expression serious. “We haven’t taken you because once we do, we won’t pretend it doesn’t mean everything.”

Elias’s hand slides to the nape of my neck, his grip grounding. “We know that this can be a lot and wanted to give you time to process without overcomplicating it for you.”

Tears pricked at my eyes. “So it’s not that you don’t want me?”

Nate kisses me, deep and claiming. When he pulls back, his voice is almost amused. “You are in my lap, soaked and shaking from a toy I control, asking if I want you.”

"We're giving you time because we already know what we want." Elias trails kisses down the column of my neck. “You needed the same opportunity. But if you’re asking us to stop holding back, Little Doe, understand what you’re asking for.”

The Siren hums back to life between my thighs, and my breath leaves me in a rush.

“Can y'all give a girl a break?” I complain, pouting at them both.

“You could have had a break if you hadn't tampered with my schedule. But thanks to you, I have an hour and a half of uninterrupted time left.” His tone measured, unyielding. “And lucky for you, Elias has time before his next meeting.” Nate’s thumb moves over the app. “Plenty of time to make the answer unmistakable.”

The pressure is unbearable, molten, until it cracks through me. My cry is ragged, desperate, as my orgasm slams through my body. My muscles spasm, my legs quake, and still the toy hums savagely against me.

Nate gives me no reprieve.

At some point, he switches back to denial, testing every setting on The Siren before finally allowing me a second orgasm. My vision blurs as I slump against his chest, my muscles still fluttering from the aftermath as the toy finally cuts off.

When I shift, a deeper tenderness makes itself known behind me, a lingering burn that has nothing to do with The Siren and everything to do with Elias deciding we were crossing anal play off my list today.

Apparently, lightly did not mean gently.

Across the desk, Elias wraps the small vibrating plug in a disposable cloth before tossing it into the lined bin beneath Nate’s credenza. Nate caps the bottle of lube and slides it into the bottom drawer of his desk like this is a perfectly normal thing to keep between contracts and legal pads.

For a second, I don't move. I'm not sure I can.

My skirt is somewhere on the floor beside Nate's desk, abandoned. Since the office door is locked behind its badge-access system, and no one's coming in without permission, Nate and Elias decided it had to go.

Nate shifts me carefully against him before reaching between my thighs to remove The Siren. There's none of his earlier teasing in the movement, only patience. Elias takes it from him without a word, wrapping it before setting it aside with the other toy.