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“We will go at your pace,” he rumbled, his golden eyes holding mine. “Tell us if anything becomes too much.”

I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. Behind me, I felt Khaaz’s presence—more hesitant than Zehn’s but no less intense. His scarred hands hovered near my shoulders, not quite touching until I reached back and guided them to my waist.

“Don’t hold back,” I whispered. “Either of you.”

Something primal flashed in Zehn’s eyes.

He lowered his head, capturing my mouth in a kiss that stole my breath.

Unlike our unity dreams, which had a dreamlike quality despite their intensity, this was devastatingly real—the slight roughness of his lips, the heat of his tongue as it explored my mouth, the rumbling purr that vibrated through his chest and into mine.

While Zehn claimed my mouth, Khaaz’s hands grew bolder, sliding beneath the thin garment I wore to caress the bare skin of my stomach.

His touch was reverent, almost hesitant at first, then more confident as I pressed back against him.

I gasped into Zehn’s mouth as Khaaz’s fingers skimmed the underside of my breasts.

They worked in tandem, as if they’d planned this—Zehn breaking our kiss to pull the covering over my head while Khaaz’s hands steadied me from behind.

Cool air kissed my naked skin, followed immediately by the heat of their gazes.

I should have felt exposed, vulnerable between these two massive predators. Instead, I felt powerful, desired.

“Beautiful,” Khaaz murmured, the word so soft I almost didn’t hear it.

I turned in his arms, raising up on tiptoes to kiss him. Where Zehn was commanding, Khaaz was tentative, letting me lead until I nipped at his lower lip. Something snapped in him then —his arms tightened around me, lifting me effortlessly as he deepened the kiss with a hunger that made me dizzy.

Zehn moved behind me, his hands replacing Khaaz’s on my waist as he pressed against my back.

I was sandwiched between them, surrounded by their heat, their scent, their strength.

They lowered me to the makeshift bed, and I watched through half-lidded eyes as they shed their clothing—revealing powerful bodies covered in the short, sleek fur that reminded me of a leopard’s coat, muscles rippling beneath.

“Let us taste you first,” Zehn said, his voice deeper than I’d ever heard it. “Let us learn you all over again outside of dreams.”

I nodded, unable to form words as they positioned themselves on either side of me. Zehn began at my neck, his tongue tracing patterns that made me shiver while his hands explored my breasts. Khaaz started lower, his broad palms sliding up my thighs, parting them gently.

The first touch of Khaaz’s tongue against my core made me cry out.

He was methodical, exploring every fold with thorough attention, learning what made me gasp and what made me moan.

Zehn’s mouth traveled lower, capturing a nipple between his lips, the gentle scrape of his teeth sending sparks of pleasure down my spine.

“Oh god,” I gasped as Khaaz found my clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before sucking gently. My hips bucked involuntarily, but his strong hands held me in place.

Zehn chuckled against my breast, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. “Let go, Everly. Give him your first taste.”

As if his permission was all I needed, my body tensed, then shattered. The orgasm washed over me in waves, Khaaz’s steady rhythm drawing it out until I was trembling, oversensitive.

They switched places then, Zehn settling between my thighs while Khaaz moved up to claim my mouth.

I tasted myself on his lips, a primal intimacy that made my heart race.

Zehn’s approach was different—more aggressive, his tongue delving deep before flattening against my still-sensitive clit.

Where Khaaz had been methodical, Zehn was demanding, driving me toward another peak with relentless precision.

“The dreams,” I gasped against Khaaz’s lips as another orgasm built. “This is so much more?—”

“Yes,” Khaaz agreed, his voice rough with desire. “Reality is always more intense than unity dreams.”

Zehn hummed his agreement, the vibration sending me over the edge again. My back arched off the bed, a cry torn from my throat as pleasure crashed through me. This time, I felt an echo of something else—a flicker of their pleasure mingling with mine, as if a channel was opening between us.

“You feel it,” Zehn said, rising up to look at me with wonder. “The bond is beginning to form.”

I nodded, dazed by the dual sensations. “I can feel what you feel. Just... glimpses.”

“It will grow stronger,” Khaaz promised, his hand trailing down my stomach. “With each touch. Each claim.”

They took turns after that, driving me to heights I’d never imagined possible. Zehn’s fingers inside me while Khaaz suckled at my breasts. Khaaz’s mouth between my legs while Zehn kissed me deeply. I lost count of my orgasms, each one blending into the next until I floated in a haze of pleasure.

Through it all, that strange connection grew stronger. I felt their satisfaction at my pleasure, their pride when they discovered something that made me cry out. And beneath it all, a possessive hunger that should have frightened me but instead made me feel cherished, protected.

“I want to be inside you,” Zehn growled finally, his impressive cock jutting proudly from his body. “I want to claim you properly.”

“Yes,” I whispered, reaching for him. “Please.”

He positioned himself between my thighs, the broad head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Despite his size, I was so wet, so ready that he slid in with surprising ease. The stretch was delicious, a fullness that made me moan as he seated himself fully.

“Mine,” he growled, beginning to move with long, powerful strokes that hit places inside me I didn’t know existed. “Ours.”

Khaaz knelt beside us, his hand finding mine, our fingers intertwining as Zehn’s pace increased. The dual sensations—Zehn inside me, Khaaz’s supportive presence—pushed me toward another peak.

“When you come,” Zehn said, his voice strained with the effort of control, “I will bite you. The claiming mark. Do you accept?”

“Yes,” I gasped, the significance of what was happening adding another layer to my pleasure. “Yes, I accept.”

His thrusts grew harder, more demanding, driving me inexorably toward climax.

When it hit, it was like nothing I’d experienced before—a white-hot explosion that seemed to start at my core and radiate outward.

At the height of it, Zehn lowered his head and bit the juncture where my neck met my shoulder.

The sharp pain blended with pleasure in a way I couldn’t have imagined, intensifying everything. I felt him pulse inside me, his release triggering aftershocks of my own. And through our growing bond, I felt his satisfaction, his joy, his fierce protectiveness.

As we caught our breath, Khaaz watched us with hunger in his eyes. Without prompting, I turned to him, reaching out.

“Your turn,” I said softly.

He hesitated only a moment before gathering me to him, positioning me above him.

I straddled his face first, as he requested with gentle hands guiding my hips.

His tongue delved deep, then broad, lapping at my oversensitive flesh.

Despite having come so many times already, I felt desire building again, a testament to their stamina and skill.

When I was trembling on the edge again, Khaaz guided me lower, positioning me over his cock.

Unlike Zehn, he wanted me on top, giving me control of the pace.

I sank down slowly, adjusting to his different shape—slightly longer than Zehn but not quite as thick.

The sensation of him filling me made us both groan.

“Move,” he urged, his hands on my hips. “Take your pleasure.”

I rocked against him, finding a rhythm that built steadily toward another climax. His hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples. Through our growing bond, I felt his wonder at being inside me, his disbelief that I had chosen him alongside Zehn.

“I want you,” I assured him, leaning down to kiss him deeply. “I choose you.”

His eyes gleamed with emotion. As my movements grew more erratic, signaling my approaching orgasm, he guided my body down, his mouth finding the swell of my breast.

“When you come,” he whispered against my skin, echoing Zehn’s words, “I will mark you. Do you accept?”

“Yes,” I gasped, rocking faster. “God, yes.”

The orgasm built more slowly this time, a deep, rolling wave rather than a sharp peak.

As it washed over me, Khaaz’s teeth sank into the soft flesh of my breast, just above my heart.

The claiming bite sent another surge of pleasure through me, and I felt him pulse inside me, his release triggering more aftershocks.

I collapsed against his chest, my body trembling with aftershocks. Zehn moved behind me, his hands gentle as they caressed my back. Through the haze of pleasure, I felt something hard pressing against me.

“One more thing will complete our bond,” Zehn murmured, his fingers finding my back entrance, circling it gently. “If you’re willing.”

I understood what he was asking. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “All of you. Both of you.”

He prepared me carefully, using some kind of oil to ease the way. When I was ready, he positioned himself against my back entrance while Khaaz remained inside my core. The initial pressure was intense, almost uncomfortable, but Zehn moved with exquisite patience, giving me time to adjust.

When they were both fully seated inside me, I felt impossibly full, stretched to my limits in the most exquisite way. They began to move in tandem—Zehn withdrawing as Khaaz thrust upward, then reversing, never leaving me empty.

The dual penetration created sensations I couldn’t have imagined.

Every nerve ending seemed to fire at once, pleasure building impossibly higher.

Through our strengthening bond, I felt their pleasure too—the tight heat surrounding them, the friction where their bodies nearly touched through the thin barrier separating them inside me.

“My mates,” I gasped, the word feeling right on my tongue. “Mine.”

Something snapped into place at those words—the bond crystallizing, solidifying between us. Suddenly I could feel everything they felt, their pleasure magnifying my own in an escalating feedback loop. We moved faster, harder, three bodies becoming one in purpose and pleasure.

When the final climax hit, it consumed us all simultaneously.

I screamed as white-hot pleasure crashed through me, feeling their releases pulsing deep inside, their roars of completion echoing in the small room.

The bond between us flared like a supernova, connecting us in ways that transcended the physical.

We collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and ragged breathing. As reality slowly reasserted itself, I found myself cradled between them, Zehn’s arm beneath my head, Khaaz’s wrapped around my waist. Their bodies curved protectively around mine, warm and solid.

Through our new bond, I felt their contentment, their wonder, their fierce love. And I knew they could feel mine in return—the certainty that despite everything we’d been through and whatever challenges lay ahead, I was exactly where I was meant to be.