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She moans around him, the vibration making Blaise’s head tip back. “Fuck, she’s perfect.”

“Not just perfect,” I growl, fingers digging into her hips. “She’s ours.”

Her cunt sucks me in, greedy and slick, squeezing around me like it never wants to let go. Blaise lets her throat adjust slowly, letting her take what she wants at her pace, and then?—

She chokes slightly as I bottom out, my hips flush with the curve of her arse.

“Easy, baby,” Blaise murmurs, brushing her cheek, the tone in his voice so tender it makes something in my chest ache. “You’re doing so fucking good.”

She makes a sound – needy and overwhelmed – and we start to move. Not fast. Not yet. Just slow, steady thrusts between us. My hips rock into hers while Blaise guides her rhythm with careful rolls against her lips. Her jaw slackens, mouth widening to take him deeper, and the moment he groans, I know she’s found the sweet spot.

Every sound she makes is desperate, soaked in pleasure. Mewls and moans and wet, greedy slurps around Blaise’s cock.The tight pull of her cunt on mine makes it nearly impossible to hold back – but we do. Just barely. For her.

And when she comes it’s fucking unreal.

Her whole body locks up, back arching as she moans around Blaise’s cock. The vibration makes him curse above her, head tipping back, while I feel the hot, wet pulse of her pussy gripping down on me like a vice.

“Holy shit,” I bite out, hips jerking as she rides the wave.

But she doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even pause. Her body is alight, shaking, shivering, hungry for more. She’s beyond language now – driven by instinct, need, omega heat.

I meet Blaise’s eyes. He nods, already moving to ease back, slipping free from her mouth with a groan. I pull out slowly too, hand gliding over the sweat-slick arch of her back as she trembles.

We shift her together – careful, reverent.

Blaise drops onto his back and I lift her, thighs wide, to straddle him. She’s spread open like a dream, flushed and panting and wrecked – but so fucking ready.

“You sure?” I murmur, brushing my thumb along the inside of her thigh.

Her eyes burn when she glances over her shoulder at me and they meet mine. “Yes. Fill me. Both of you. Please.”

The sheer trust in her voice slams through me harder than anything else ever could.

Blaise takes his place first, lining up, pressing inside again with a groan.

I watch, rapt, as she stretches to accommodate him.

She’s tight, hot, soaked – perfect.

Blaise grunts, stroking her back, watching her face. “You good, baby?” he checks, even though he already knows the answer.

Her hand finds his wrist. “Want you both, alphas.”

That’s all it takes.

Blaise leans up, kissing her fiercely. One of her legs spreads further, opening her up completely. She gasps as I line myself up beside him, slick fingers working her open, gently easing the way.

It takes time. Focus. Control. She sobs once – then again – but I see the difference in her face. It’s not pain.

It’s too much.

It’s perfect.

I slide in, inch by careful inch, her cunt stretching around both of us now, the tight squeeze making us both groan.

“Holy fuck,” Blaise breathes, sweat beading on his brow. “She’s really taking it.”

My hand curves over her lower back, grounding her, and I lean down to kiss her shoulder blade. “Good girl,” I murmur. “You’ve got us. You’ve got both your alphas.”