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“Let go,” I whisper again, pressing my forehead to hers. “We’ve got you, baby. All of us. You’re safe.”

And then it hits.

She shatters—loud, violent, beautiful.

Her body arches, a strangled sob escaping her throat as the orgasm crashes through her. Her legs tremble uncontrollably, thighs squeezing around Bash’s head as he keeps licking her through it. Alix holds her from behind, fingers still moving inside her as she clenches around him over and over again. Takoa’s hand slips to her chest, grounding her heartbeat beneath his palm.

I just watch her.

In awe.

In love.

She cries out again, a raw sound torn from her lungs, and I kiss her one more time—soft and slow—as her body finally starts to come down.

Chapter Thirty Nine

Dreya

Everything is quiet.

Except my breathing.

Except the thunder of my heartbeat in my ears.

Except the ache still pulsing between my thighs like the memory hasn’t ended yet—like I’m still caught inside it.

I don’t even realize I’m crying until someone wipes the tears from my face.

“Kai…” My voice fractures, a broken whisper, nothing more.

“I’ve got you, Siren.” His hands cradle my face, warm and trembling, his thumbs brushing beneath my eyes as if I’m something fragile. His voice is rough but soft enough to shatter me all over again. “You did so fucking good.”

I nod even though my body feels boneless, useless. Wrecked. Filled. Loved. Fingers still trace my back, a palm steadies mywaist, someone’s hand rubs slow circles into my calf. They’re all still here. Every one of them.

Bash presses a kiss to my temple before slipping away. I hear the faint hiss of water in the bathroom, the sound grounding me as much as it disorients me.

“Let’s get her cleaned up,” Takoa murmurs. His voice is low, deep—silk wrapped around steel. He pulls a towel from the bin, then kneels in front of me. For me. His green eyes meet mine before his touch finds me, gentle, reverent, wiping between my thighs with so much care it almost breaks me again. Worship doesn’t end just because the storm is over.

Alix’s lips brush my shoulder before his arms slide beneath me. He lifts me like I weigh nothing at all. “Come on, Darlin’. Couch isn’t comfortable after all that.” His voice is shredded with exhaustion, but his smile—it’s soft, sure, like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

I melt against his chest, tucking my face beneath his jaw. He carries me to my bed.Mybed. My space that isn’t really mine anymore, because it belongs to all of us now. He lays me down, pulls the blanket up around me.

Kai follows close, kneeling again between my legs. The towel in his hand is warm, his apologies softer than the touch itself. Every time I flinch or gasp, he murmurs, “I know, baby. I’ve got you.”

Bash returns shirtless, hair wild, holding a water bottle in one hand and a clean shirt in the other. He presses the bottle to my lips, watching every sip like I might vanish. His thumb catches the water where it drips from my mouth, brushing it away tenderly.

“Still with us, Songbird?”

“Barely,” I whisper.

He grins, but there’s a softness under it, a hint of something raw. “Good. Then we’ll keep taking care of you.”

Alix wipes the sweat from my chest, my arms, my throat with a warm washcloth. Takoa returns with a hoodie—his hoodie—and slides it over my head like I’m fragile glass, threading my arms through the sleeves for me.

They don’t rush. They don’t disappear. They don’t leave me wrecked and hollow.

They stay. They orbit.