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The aftershocks of our shared climax rippled through my body like electrical currents, amplified a hundredfold by the newly formed bond between us.

I felt not only my own pleasure but theirs as well—Everly’s soft trembling as she lay cradled between us, Khaaz’s deep satisfaction reverberating through his scarred form.

Our scents mingled in the air, the primal musk of sex and claiming bites creating a potent cocktail that stirred my instincts even as my body recovered.

I hadn’t expected this—this profound connection that transcended the physical, this bridge between our minds and souls that magnified every sensation.

Bonded fate mates spoke of the intensity of their union, but nothing had prepared me for the reality of it.

I withdrew from Everly’s back entrance with careful slowness, a groan escaping my lips as oversensitive flesh slipped free.

She gasped at the sensation, and through our bond, I experienced the echo of her emptiness, the phantom feeling of my cock leaving her body.

It was disorienting and intoxicating all at once.

Khaaz remained inside her core, their bodies still joined as they lay spooned together.

His iridescent eyes met mine over Everly’s shoulder, pupils still dilated with pleasure, but something new lurked in their depths—a recognition, an acceptance of this three-way bond that defied Rodinian tradition.

I cleansed myself before returning to our makeshift bed, arranging ourselves so that Everly lay between us, her small human form dwarfed by our larger Rodinian bodies.

Her flesh was slick with sweat and our combined release, her scent marking her as ours in the most primal way possible.

The claiming marks we’d left—mine at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, Khaaz’s above her heart—stood out against her skin, already healing with the accelerated speed that came from our bonding.

I traced the mark I’d left with my fingertip, feeling the raised edges where my teeth had broken her skin.

Through our bond, I sensed her pleasure at my touch, a warm contentment spreading through her limbs as she nestled between us.

From Khaaz, I felt a complex mixture of satiation and lingering hunger, his body already beginning to respond again despite our recent release.

The sensitivity of our new connection was overwhelming—I could feel the weight of Everly’s breast in Khaaz’s palm as if it were my own hand cupping her softness.

This bond was beyond anything I’d imagined during my years as a Legion Reaper.

Every touch, every sensation echoed between us, creating feedback loops of desire and satisfaction.

As Khaaz’s thumb brushed across Everly’s nipple, I felt the jolt of pleasure that shot through her core, and in turn, the tightening of her internal muscles around Khaaz’s still-embedded cock.

The sensation of her squeezing him transferred to me, making my own cock twitch and begin to harden again despite having just spent myself.

I growled low in my throat, unable to suppress the sound as renewed desire coursed through me.

Everly turned her head toward me, her dark eyes heavy-lidded but alert, pupils blown wide with lingering arousal.

I claimed her mouth in a deep kiss, tasting the sweetness of her tongue as it tangled with mine.

Through the bond, I experienced the dual sensation of kissing and being kissed, of dominating and yielding simultaneously.

It was dizzying, perspective shifting like quicksilver.

My hand slid down her sweat-dampened body, fingers trailing over the soft curve of her stomach until I reached the junction of her thighs.

She was still joined with Khaaz, his cock buried to the hilt inside her, but I could feel her need for more building again, echoing my own rising desire.

I found her clit, swollen and sensitive from our previous attentions, and circled it gently with my thumb.

The effect was immediate and threefold—Everly’s back arched, her gasp swallowed by my mouth as pleasure shot through her.

Khaaz groaned as her internal muscles clenched around him in response.

And I felt both sensations as if they were happening to my own body—the exquisite pressure on her sensitive bud and the tight, wet heat squeezing around a cock that wasn’t mine.

The bond between us amplified everything, creating a circuit of pleasure that fed into itself.

Khaaz began to move inside her with shallow thrusts, his massive hands gripping her hips to control the depth.

I continued to stroke her clit, matching his rhythm as I devoured her mouth.

Through our connection, I could feel Khaaz’s pleasure building alongside Everly’s, their shared sensations feeding into my own arousal until my cock was fully hard again, pressing insistently against Everly’s thigh.

I pulled away from our kiss, my breathing ragged as I fought for control. Everly’s eyes met mine, dark with desire and trust. Without words, I knew what I wanted—what we all wanted. The bond hummed between us, carrying intentions and desires more clearly than speech ever could.

I shifted my position, moving to kneel beside them.

With gentle but firm hands, I guided them, helping Everly roll over to face Khaaz while maintaining their connection.

Her back was now to Khaaz’s chest, her legs spread wide across his thick thighs.

Khaaz’s scarred hands wrapped around her, one cupping her breast, the other splayed possessively across her stomach.

His eyes met mine over her shoulder, a challenge and invitation in their depths.

“Mine,” I growled, though the word was unnecessary. The bond carried my meaning more clearly than language—she was mine, yes, but also ours. Both of us belonging to her as much as she belonged to us.

I positioned myself between their spread legs, taking in the erotic tableau they created.

Khaaz’s cock disappeared into Everly’s core, her pink flesh stretched around his girth.

Her arousal glistened on both of them, evidence of her body’s eager response to our attention.

I stroked myself slowly, savoring the anticipation that hummed through all three of us.

Khaaz lifted his hips, driving deeper into Everly and drawing a soft moan from her lips.

Through our bond, I felt the delicious stretch as his cock filled her completely, the pressure against sensitive spots inside that made her toes curl.

My own cock throbbed in response, eager to join in that tight, welcoming heat.

I leaned forward, pressing my chest against Everly’s as my mouth found hers in a demanding kiss.

My cock slid along Khaaz’s length where it disappeared into Everly’s body, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through all three of us.

Everly whimpered into my mouth, her hands clutching at my shoulders as she recognized my intentions.

“More,” she gasped against my lips, the word unnecessary but welcome confirmation of what I already felt through our bond—her desire to be filled completely, to take both of us at once.

I reached between us, my fingers finding her entrance where it was already stretched around Khaaz.

With careful patience, I worked one finger inside alongside his cock, feeling her body resist then yield.

The dual sensation—the tightness around my finger and the pressure against Khaaz’s sensitive flesh—reverberated through our bond, drawing groans from all of us.

A second finger joined the first, stretching her further as I prepared her to take both of us.

Her arousal flowed freely, easing the way as I worked her open with meticulous care.

Through our bond, I monitored her sensations carefully, alert for any sign of discomfort.

There was pressure, yes, and a burning stretch that danced along the edge of pain, but it was overwhelmed by the pleasure of being filled, of being the center of our attention and desire.

When I felt she was ready, I withdrew my fingers and positioned the head of my cock at her entrance, pressing against the tight ring of muscle already occupied by Khaaz.

The initial resistance was intense, her body fighting the intrusion despite her desire.

I held still, letting her adjust to the pressure while Khaaz remained motionless inside her.

“Breathe,” I instructed, the word rumbling from my chest as I stroked her clit again, building her pleasure to overcome the discomfort.

Her body relaxed incrementally, and I pressed forward with careful determination.

The head of my cock breached her entrance alongside Khaaz’s, the tight heat engulfing me inch by excruciating inch.

The sensation was indescribable—not only the physical pleasure of her body gripping me like a vise but also the echoed sensations through our bond.

I felt her stretch, the burning fullness that bordered on too much yet wasn’t enough.

I felt Khaaz’s pleasure as my cock slid against his inside her tight channel, the friction between us adding another layer of sensation.

Sweat beaded on my brow as I fought for control, resisting the urge to thrust fully into that welcoming heat.

Everly’s breath came in short gasps, her body trembling with the effort of accommodating both of us.

Khaaz’s hands tightened on her hips, his claws extending slightly to prick her skin—not breaking it, but adding pinpoints of sensation that distracted from the stretch.