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My cry broke free, high and desperate, but Az clamped his hand over my mouth before the sound could fill the room.

“Take it,” he growled into my ear, voice pure sin. “You take all of it, Love. Every fucking inch.”

Craig’s grip on my thighs turned bruising, fingers digging into my skin as he thrust upward, hard and deep, chasing his own high while I unraveled between them. My back arched, a tremor ripping through me as the orgasm hit like a live wire—sudden and violent, too much and not enough all at once. I shattered.

A thousand sharp pieces of myself splintered apart, and all I could do was feel—the stretch, the burn, the fullness of being taken by them both at once. My muffled screams poured against Az’s palm as my body seized in wave after wave of pleasure, my cunt fluttering around Craig, my ass tightening around Az as they both kept moving, fucking me through it like they wanted to see me break.

Az bit down on my shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, and the pain only pulled me deeper, sending sparks of lightning across every nerve ending. Craig’s head dropped back against the pillow, his mouth falling open on a ragged groan as his thrusts grew erratic.

“Fuck, Bunny… I’m gonna…"

Az grunted behind me, that final snarl in his throat the only warning before he slammed in deep and held me there, buried to the hilt.

They came almost together. I felt all of it. The heat, the stretch, the overwhelming sensation of being completely and utterly claimed. Their hands, their breath, the way they held me so tightly it felt like they were stitching me back together even as they tore me apart.

And in that brutal, beautiful moment, I gave in completely. There was no guilt. No fear. Just surrender.

Euphoria.

Their movements slowed, breath-catching and syncing as the last waves of release passed through us like the tail end of a storm. Az’s hand loosened over my mouth, his fingers dragging slowly along my cheek before sliding down to cradle my jaw. He kissed the side of my neck, soft now, reverent, and rested his forehead against the curve of my shoulder, breath warm against sweat-slick skin.

Craig let out a long, low exhale beneath me, his hands easing their grip on my thighs, gliding up and down in long, soothing strokes. His lips brushed over my chest, my collarbone, whatever skin he could reach as if to say I’ve got you without needing the words.

I stayed still for a moment, completely boneless, my body humming with the aftershock. I couldn’t think, couldn’t move. I could only feel.

Az was the first to move, pulling back carefully, making sure not to jolt or jar me. I whimpered at the loss, my muscles twitching with the sudden emptiness, and he ran both hands down my arms, slow and grounding.

“I’ve got you, Love,” he murmured. “Breathe for me.”

Craig helped guide me forward gently until I curled against his chest, and Az moved behind me again. He knelt on the bed behind me, reached for my wrists, and carefully untied the rope. His fingers were gentle as they worked the knotsfree, not rushing, his touch brushing lightly over the faint red impressions the bindings had left on my skin.

“There we go,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the inside of each wrist as he freed them. “So fucking good for us.”

Craig pulled the blanket around us as we moved onto our sides, tucking it over my shoulders as I settled between them, skin flushed and still tingling. His hand found my waist, rubbing lazy circles there, while Az gathered me in from behind, wrapping his arms around my middle and pulling me close until his chest was to my back, his breath slow and even near my ear.

I melted into them with one arm slung over Craig’s chest, my back curved to Az’s warmth. Their hands didn’t stop moving—small, instinctive touches. Comfort layered on top of carnality. Az’s thumb traced soft lines along my ribs. Craig’s fingers played with my hair.

No one spoke for a while; we didn’t need to. I closed my eyes and let them hold me, letting their presence soothe the ache and buzz under my skin.

“I’m sorry, Love,” Az broke the silence, his voice low and careful against my ear. “For how I handled things earlier. I was angry. Scared. But I shouldn’t have yelled.”

My eyes opened slowly. I didn’t speak, just nodded, letting my fingers tighten around Craig’s side.

“But I meant what I said,” Az continued. “You need to train. No more accidents. We can’t afford it.”

“I know,” I whispered. My voice was raw but sure. “I want to. I want to be better.”

Craig leaned in and kissed my forehead. “We’ll be with you every step of the way, Bunny.”

That promise wrapped around me just as tightly as their bodies did.

Chapter Twenty Six

Victoria

“Rise and shine,” Az’s voice held a bite of command.

Noticing the lack of warm bodies beside me, my hand snaked out and gripped the blanket, tucking it under my chin. Cracking open one eye, I noted the time on the clock read five a.m.