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Now?

I want a nap.

A bowl of ice cream.

But the second I’m empty, my body’s all nope.

Need more knots.

I cramp, then groan. “More.”

This fucking heat.

“Starshine.” Finn looms, naked and fucking feral as he yanks me away from Hunter. “Gotta make you mine.”

“How do you want—”

With a liquifying growl, he flips me onto my belly, hoists my thighs and sinks into my pussy from behind.

I’m so slick, but he’s so fucking long.

Finn slides so deep, his knot teases my muscles at first thrust.

I am here for it if he wants to ride me rough.

Hunter has me allllll warmed up.

Instead, Finn lifts my ribs, hugging my waist so I kneel splayed on his thighs. My head bumps his hot shoulder, resting on the pillow of my own inked name.

Breath thick with blood oranges and cream, Finn grips my throat. “Mine. Forever.”

Lifting his hips, he takes me with knot and teeth, in a mind-numbing, full-body claiming. He tears into me just above Hunter’s sweetly stinging mark.

Cold fire lights in my heart.

Finn.

Mine.

I squeeze his thighs until he releases me. Then I twist to sink my bite into his freckled throat. “Forever.”

“Star,” voice wrecked, my blood on his lips, Finn fucks me until the room blurs.

When I release his throat, I tip forward.

Drunk, dizzy, dazed.

Finn’s blood is orange juice and vodka.

Maybe fucking cocaine.

I want more.

Want to mark him all over, and he’ll totally let me.

Orion comes to my rescue, supporting my front by sucking a nipple into his mouth. “Helping hand.” He licks the pebbled nub and presses a thumb to my humming clit.

Finn sucks my neck and bounces me on his lap until he’s moaning, “Star,” and I’m seeing them twinkle—whole fucking galaxies.

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