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I don’t dignify that with a response, especially since it’s true.

When Dez still doesn’t move from the floor, I hold out my hand. “Come here?”

He stares at it for a long time, warring with himself, but a reassuring glance at Nate settles him. As soon as Dez’s body drops on top of mine, we both relax.

With a dramatic sigh that makes Dez smile, I drape my arms around his shoulders. “Nate’s right. I’m grumpy I didn’t get my way.”

“I just don’t want to hurt you again.” Dez presses soft kisses against my skin, drinking in my scent as he settles his hips between my thighs.

“We’ll go slow,” I promise, pelvis rising so I can slick my pussy against him.

He’s softened a little in the chaos, but it takes almost nothing for him to get hard again. My mouth waters with the urge to shove this alpha down and suck him dry, but I don’t. Later, when this is over, I’ll see if he’s interested, but right now, I want my knot.

“I’m sorry I lost control,” Dez whispers against my cheek.

“I don’t mind that you did,” I admit. “But it’s probably a little soon for biting.”

He stares down at me, achingly tender. “You know I’d do it right now if you wanted.”

I do, and I’m coming to terms with the fact that I wouldn’t mind being bonded to these men. Just not yet. “A little longer.”

Dez nods, then turns to Nate. “Watch.”

But it’s not the same way he said it before. This time, it’s a plea, one his brother immediately answers. “I’ve got your back.”

Dez lifts my hips, sliding back inside me with that same sweetness he always gives, our kiss turning into a shared groan. “You feel so fucking right, Daphne. I can’t describe it.”

He doesn’t have to. I feel it every time I’m with one of them.

Even in the early stages, when I was so in love with Pack Parker that they could do no wrong, it was never like this. I need Dez, Connor, and Nate like I need air. I want them all the time, and being without them is hell.

I’m whole on my own, but I’m happiest when they’re here too.

The first orgasm is lazy and delicious. Heat trailing up my legs and throughout my body until I feel warm, comfortable, and loved. Dez doesn’t stop there. He pulls one leg over his hip, changing the angle so he can stroke exactly where I need him. His pace is steady and frustratingly slow at first, but it builds until the slap of skin and breathy moans is all I can hear.

Nate’s scent rises. “You look so good taking him, kitten. Can’t wait to have you together soon.”

There’s a distant memory of the heat, Dez’s hand in my hair as he pushes my mouth over Nate’s cock for the first time. The startled, agonized noise he made as he came down my throat and the way they wrung me out between them after.

“Please.”

“She squeezed me so tight. Did you like that, Daph? Have you been dreaming of us fucking you again? Dropping you on our knots until all you can do is come.” The force of Dez’s thrusts pick up until his hands are the only thing keeping me in place.

I’m at his mercy and it feels so fucking good. “Please?”

“Oh, no.” He laughs, sinister and so fucking sexy. “I’m not sharing you tonight, little muse. Every orgasm you have is mine.”

He shifts again, and another one explodes out of me, more powerful than the last by far. He keeps going, my pussy over sensitized, my body clawing at him for more. I realize then that he could drag this out for hours, fucking me until I can’t speak and never giving me what I need.

“Please,” I pant, clinging to his shoulders at another wave of pleasure.

Dez nips at my neck, but this time, I know he’s fully in control. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.” My back arches off the bed when he leans down to lick one nipple, barely letting me adjust before he sucks hard. “Fuck!”

His growl is pure, smug alpha. “Be specific. Say my name.”

“Dez,” I whine. “I need your knot.”