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“You’re incredible,” Blaise whispers, kissing her hand as it clutches his bicep. “So fucking tight. So brave.”

She trembles between us – completely filled, taken, adored. Her scent turns molten and thick, perfuming the air until we’re drunk on it.

We start to move.

Small, shallow thrusts. Rocking together in rhythm. Carefully. Reverently. Letting her feel every stretch, every inch, every drag of cock against the tightest part of her. She makes a high, broken sound, her head tossing side to side.

Then she breaks.

Her whole body goes rigid as tears spill over her cheeks – hot and sudden.

“Evie,” I whisper, instantly slowing.

“No,” she gasps, pulling me back in. “Don’t stop— Please— Just— Keep going— Feels too good— I can’t— I?—”

“It’s okay,” Blaise says, cradling her face. “You’re safe. We’ve got you.”

“It’s just…it’s so much,” she sobs, breath hitching. “You feel so good. I love you— I just?—”

“I know,” I say, voice shaking. “We love you too. Let go, omega. Let us take care of you.”

“Too much,” she cries. “It’s too much?—”

“No,” Blaise whispers, kissing her. “It’sright. Let go, omega. Let us take care of you.”

“You’re safe,” I add, voice a growl in her ear as I lick the sweat from her skin. “You’reours.”

She sobs again – but her hips never stop moving, clenching around us, chasing every inch we give her. Her scent is dizzying now – wild, needy, completely untethered. We’re buried in it.

Buried inher.

I kiss the shell of her ear. “Want to come again, baby? Want us to fill you up at the same time?”

“Yes,” she sobs. “Yes— Please— I need it.”

We lock eyes over her shoulder.

Her body is already trembling, slick gushing around both our cocks, and her breath comes in broken sobs that make my chest ache.

“Please,” she pants, wrecked. “Please— Need you— Need everything?—”

“Shh,” Blaise murmurs, his lips pressed to her temple. “We’ve got you. Just feel us, baby. Just let go.”

We thrust in perfect rhythm, grinding deeper, surrounding her completely. Every whimper, every desperate clutch of her fingers in the sheets, tells me she’s close – so close she’s falling apart.

I move one hand between her thighs, fingers finding her clit, circling it in time with our strokes. Her hips jerk and her cry turns raw.

“There she is,” I whisper. “Come for us, omega. Let go.”

She shatters.

Her whole body seizes between us – hips grinding, legs shaking, cunt fluttering around us as she screams through her orgasm, mouth open in a silent cry before it breaks into a sob. Her slick floods out, soaking us, the nest, everything.

And that’s it.

That’sfucking it.

Blaise’s eyes lock on mine, face tight with restraint, and I know he’s right there too. Her body clutches at us like she never wants to let go.