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“You sure about this, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

CHAPTER 35

Boone

The cabin is warm, salt still clinging to my skin, her scent wrapping around me like smoke. She’s on the bed, lips parted, hair spilling wild over the pillow, the tie of her bikini already loose.

Gabe’s at her throat, tasting her like he’s starved. Shepard’s got her legs spread, eyes dark behind his glasses as his fingers trace along her inner thighs. I’m standing here, pulse hammering, cock straining against the fabric of my shorts as I take in the sight of her.

Our Omega.

Mine. Ours.

I move before I think, climbing onto the bed, bracketing her face with my hands and kissing her until she whimpers into my mouth. She tastes like sun and salt and need, and when she arches up against me, my control slips.

My hand fists in her hair, holding her still while my tongue claims her, devours her, tells her everything I can’t say.

Gabe growls low in his chest, pulling back just enough to watch us, his jaw tight. “She’s soaked.” His voice is a rasp. “She’s begging for it.”

“Then give it to her,” I snarl, pulling my mouth from hers just long enough to glare at him.

He doesn’t hesitate. He slides down the bed, pushing Shepard’s hands aside, and buries his mouth between her thighs.

Sadie gasps, back bowing, fingers clutching at the sheets. Shepard takes her hand, guiding it to his lips, pressing a kiss to her palm like he needs to ground her.

“Fuck,” she cries, her voice wrecked already. “Gabe—oh, god.”

I watch her fall apart under him, the wet sounds obscene, her thighs trembling. I can’t stay still. I tug her top off completely, freeing her breasts.

Her nipples are tight, begging for attention, and I take one into my mouth, biting down until she gasps. Shepard takes the other, his tongue circling, his hand sliding down her stomach.

She’s surrounded. Claimed. And it still doesn’t feel like enough.

When Gabe slides two fingers into her, her cry echoes off the walls. She bucks up, thrashing, the sheets twisting beneath her. He holds her down with one arm while he works her open with the other, his mouth relentless on her clit.

Shepard’s whispering against her skin, telling her she’s perfect, that she’s safe, that she’s ours. And I can’t tear my eyes away from the way she’s falling apart, the way her body gives in to us, trusting us.

“Boone,” she gasps, reaching for me.

I take her hand, press it to the bulge in my shorts. Her fingers curl over me, tentative at first, then bolder, stroking. My vision blurs. I rip the shorts down, guiding her hand back to me, groaning as she wraps around me.

“Look at me,” I growl.

Her eyes find mine, gray-blue and blown wide with lust, tears at the corners from how hard Gabe’s working her. And then she comes—hard.

Her whole body jerks, a cry tearing out of her throat, liquid spilling across Gabe’s hand and mouth. He swears into her, rutting against the mattress like he’s the one losing control.

She collapses back, chest heaving, face flushed. “I can’t—I can’t?—”

“Yes, you can.” My voice is harsh, desperate. “Again.”

Gabe doesn’t even let up, his tongue dragging over her as if her release is only fuel. Shepard’s holding her down now, murmuring low as he kisses her hair, but his other hand is under her, teasing, pushing her higher when she thinks she’s spent.

She sobs, clawing at me, at anyone, at everything. “I love you,” she cries, broken, wrecked. “I love you, I love you, I?—”

The words shatter me.