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By degrees, I worked my way inside until I was fully seated alongside Khaaz, both of us buried to the hilt in Everly’s core.

We remained motionless for long moments, adjusting to the overwhelming sensations that ricocheted through our bond.

Everly’s inner muscles fluttered around us, adjusting to the unprecedented fullness, each small movement sending waves of pleasure through all three of us.

When I finally began to move, it was with shallow, careful thrusts.

Khaaz followed my lead, establishing a counter-rhythm so that as I withdrew, he pushed deeper, ensuring Everly was never empty.

The drag of our cocks against each other inside her tight channel created friction that had us all gasping, the pleasure building exponentially through our shared bond.

I reached between us, finding Everly’s clit again.

It was swollen and hard beneath my touch, sensitive enough that even the lightest pressure had her crying out.

Through our connection, I felt exactly how to touch her—not just the physical sensations but the building pressure of her approaching climax.

I circled the sensitive bud with my thumb, matching the rhythm of our thrusts as Khaaz pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers.

The three-way feedback of pleasure was overwhelming—I felt my own building orgasm, the tightening pressure at the base of my spine.

I felt Khaaz’s matching arousal, his cock throbbing alongside mine inside Everly’s tight heat.

And most intensely, I felt Everly’s pleasure spiraling higher and higher, her body caught in a storm of sensation as we filled and stimulated her from all sides.

Our pace increased organically, control slipping as pleasure mounted.

Everly writhed between us, her small form completely at our mercy yet somehow commanding us with her responses.

Every gasp, every clench of her internal muscles around our cocks drove us to please her more, better, driving her toward the peak we could all feel approaching.

I leaned forward, my chest pressing against Everly’s as my face came level with Khaaz’s over her shoulder.

His iridescent gaze met mine, pupils fully dilated with pleasure and something more—a recognition, an acceptance, a surrender.

Without conscious thought, I closed the distance between us, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss as we continued to thrust into Everly’s willing body.

The shock of it rippled through our bond—the taste of him, male and Rodinian and so different from Everly yet no less intoxicating.

His initial surprise gave way to acceptance, then hunger as his tongue tangled with mine.

Through our connection, I felt his response—the unexpected pleasure, the realization that this three-way bond meant we belonged to each other as much as we both belonged to Everly.

The claiming was instinctive, primal. My teeth caught his lower lip, not breaking skin but applying enough pressure to communicate my intent.

His submission was immediate, his body relaxing beneath mine even as we both continued to move inside Everly.

The bond between us solidified, crystalizing into something unbreakable—not just two males sharing a female, but three beings intertwined on every level.

Everly’s pleasure peaked first, her climax crashing through her with such intensity that her scream was silent, her body rigid between us as wave after wave of ecstasy washed through her.

Her inner muscles clamped down on us with bruising force, the rhythmic pulsing sending us both over the edge alongside her.

I roared against Khaaz’s mouth as my release tore through me, my seed pumping deep inside Everly alongside his.

The bond between us magnified everything—I felt not only my own climax but theirs as well, creating an endless loop of pleasure that seemed to stretch into infinity.

Khaaz’s growl vibrated against my lips, his larger body shuddering beneath mine as he emptied himself inside our shared mate.

Time lost meaning as we rode out the storm together, three bodies moving as one, three minds joined in pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

When awareness finally returned, we were a tangle of limbs and ragged breathing, still joined but too exhausted to move.

Everly was sandwiched between us, her small form cradled protectively by our larger bodies.

Our combined release leaked from her despite our cocks still buried inside, evidence of the thoroughness of our claiming.

Through our newly strengthened bond, I felt their contentment mirroring my own—a bone-deep satisfaction that went beyond the physical.

In this moment, spent and sated with my mates in my arms, I understood why fate-mates were the closest thing to a religion Rodinians had.

This connection transcended the physical, the emotional, even the spiritual.

It was primal yet divine, ancient yet newborn, as essential to survival as breathing.

We were bonded now, truly and irrevocably. Whatever challenges awaited us beyond this sanctuary we would face them together. Three beings who had found each other across impossible odds, joined now in a bond that nothing in this universe could sever.

My protective instincts flared as I tightened my arms around them both, Everly’s soft form and Khaaz’s scarred one equally precious to me now.

Mine to protect. Mine to cherish. Mine to pleasure.

And I, in turn, belonged to them completely.

Legion Reaper, yes, but more than that—mate, protector, bonded one.