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I explored his mouth thoroughly, my tongue sliding against his, asserting dominance even as I recognized his strength. Beneath us, Everly moaned, her hands reaching up to touch us both, her body writhing as I continued to thrust into her, never breaking my rhythm.

When I finally pulled back, my grip on Khaaz’s mane tightened, controlling him, directing him. There was no hesitation in me now, no confusion about what I wanted—what we all needed.

“Let her taste you,” I ordered, my voice rough with desire and command. Khaaz’s eyes flicked to mine, something sharp and unreadable flashing in their depths.

Then, slowly, he nodded. Understanding. Accepting.

Everly gasped as he moved, shifting his position, his knees braced on either side of her shoulders.

His cock, thick and ridged, brushed against her lips, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

She hesitated—just for a breathless second, her eyes darting between his length and my face, seeking confirmation.

I nodded, encouraging her, giving her permission to embrace this shared pleasure.

Then she opened for him, her lips parting, her pink tongue darting out to taste the bead of moisture at his tip. Khaaz groaned, his head falling back at the first contact. She took him deeper, her mouth stretching around his girth, her throat working as she adjusted to his size.

The sight was mesmerizing—her lips wrapped around him, her body accepting me below. I drove into her harder, deeper, timing my thrusts to match the rhythm of her mouth on Khaaz. Each time I bottomed out inside her, she took him deeper, creating a perfect synchrony of pleasure.

Her body was fire and silk around me, her inner walls clenching with each thrust, drawing me deeper, demanding more. I gave it to her, unleashing the force I usually held in check, knowing in this dreamscape she could take all of me, all of us.

Khaaz’s hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, his breath coming in harsh pants that matched my own. We moved together, the three of us locked in a dance of pleasure, each movement amplifying the others.

“Mine,” I growled, the word encompassing both of them. “Both of you.”

In response, Everly’s inner muscles clamped down on me, her climax crashing through her, through me, through Khaaz. The shared sensation pushed me over the edge, my release pouring into her as Khaaz found his own completion, his seed spilling down her throat as she swallowed around him.

We were bound in that moment—claimed, unified, complete in a way I’d never experienced before. The boundaries between us dissolved, pleasure coursing through our shared consciousness like lightning through conductive metal.

And in that moment of perfect clarity, I knew with absolute certainty: I would never let either of them go. This wasn’t just about Everly choosing between us. This was about the three of us choosing each other. A new kind of bond, unprecedented perhaps, but no less real. No less fated.

The realization settled into my bones with the weight of truth. We belonged together—all three of us. Any other arrangement would be incomplete, a fragment of what we could be together.

As the dream began to fade around me, our bodies still entwined, still pulsing with shared pleasure, I held onto that certainty like a lifeline.

I woke with a gasp, my chest heaving as if I’d sprinted through a battlefield.

The dream clung to me like a second skin, visceral and potent, every sensation still blazing through my nerves.

My body was taut, painfully aroused, my claws digging into the rough ground beneath me.

For a moment, I couldn’t separate reality from the dreamscape, the borders between them blurred by the intensity of what I’d experienced.

The night air was cool against my fur, a stark contrast to the heat that still radiated from my core.

I forced my breathing to slow, willing my heartbeat to follow suit as I oriented myself in the physical world once more.

The stars had shifted in the sky, marking the passage of hours, though the night still held firm.

Beside me, Everly and Khaaz remained locked in sleep.

They had gravitated toward each other during the night, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces designed by some cosmic hand.

Everly was nestled between us, her back pressed against my side, her face turned into Khaaz’s chest. His arm was draped protectively over her waist, his scarred hand splayed across her hip.

In sleep, his features had softened, the perpetual wariness absent.

I hoped they still shared in the unity dream, or perhaps started one anew for just the two of them. The thought sent another pulse of heat through my body, but I tamped it down to focus on the night watch.

They needed rest. The journey had taxed Everly especially, though she would die before admitting it—her human body wasn’t designed for the punishing pace we’d maintained. And Khaaz, for all his genetically enhanced stamina, had endured a far greater pain for longer than I had.

I shifted carefully, extracting myself from their tangle of limbs without disturbing them.

Everly made a small sound of protest in her sleep, her hand reaching blindly for the warmth I’d taken away.

I caught it gently, pressing my lips to her palm before placing it back against Khaaz’s chest. He instinctively pulled her closer, his breath ruffling her dark hair.

Taking up my position against the wall once more, I resumed my vigil. The dream had changed things—clarified them in ways I hadn’t expected. What had seemed impossible now felt inevitable. The three of us, bound together not by convention or tradition, but by something deeper, more primal.

Let them sleep. I would guard their dreams as fiercely as I would guard their lives. And when they woke, we would face whatever came next. Together.