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“Look at us,” Gunnar murmurs against my lips, his voice a rough whisper that sends shivers across my skin. “This is power, Aisling. This is us.”

I open my eyes to see Nero watching us, a look of pure lust etched on his features, his own gaze heavy with unspoken promises. We’re a tangle of limbs and desire, three souls converging in a single point of absolute surrender.

The rhythm builds faster, more urgent. My body moves almost of its own accord, driven by the potency of the two alphas. Gunnar’s grip tightens, his movements guiding me with precision, while Nero meets each of my downward motions with an upward surge that leaves me breathless.

“God,” I whisper, feeling the tension spiral within me. We’re close, all of us teetering on the brink of release, and I cling onto Gunnar as if he’s my anchor in the eye of this storm.

“Come for us, Aisling,” Nero commands, his voice strained with his own approaching climax.

“Let it go,” Gunnar adds, his voice a rumbling growl in my ear.

And I do. I shatter, waves of ecstasy crashing over me, my vision whiting out as I cry out their names. Nero follows, his body tensing, his release hot inside me. And then Gunnar, his grip unyielding as he pours himself into the moment, the final piece of our triad completing the circuit. His cum shoots out against my back, all over Nero’s hand, my cries filling the room.

My cries turn to moans…but Nero is still knotted inside me, my back against Gunnar’s broad chest. Nero moves his hand to palm my breast, tracing Gunnar’s cum across my torso and up to my chin before sliding a finger in my mouth.

Tasting Gunnar on Nero’s fingers…fuck, it’s intoxicating.

I open my bleary eyes to meet his as he fucks his sticky fingers into my mouth, and I swallow every drop. All three of us are filthy, covered in each other’s arousal…and all I want is more.

Gunnar tilts me into Nero’s arms, where I cling to him, his knot nestled inside me. Nero somehow holds me with one arm, and he reaches out to cup his free hand around Gunnar’s neck, pulling him in for another kiss. I watch as they tilt their heads, kissing hard, my body lighting up for another round.

“Come to bed,” Nero croons when they finally pull apart. “We have so much more to try.”

And that’s how we pack up.

With Gunnar in charge…and getting exactly what he wanted.

Chapter eighteen

Rook

Fuck me.

This is all moving fast—too fast. If we want to handle Vance without killing him, we’ll need to do this before he loses his shit over Nero. Inari is throwing a huge wrench in everything…and I’m sure she knows it.

This Mojave plan is essential, now—not just to take out the Eclipse’s eros supply, but to make sure Vance stays alive.

I’ve just grabbed my keycard to unlock the door to my room and grab some stuff to bring to the pack suite when I spot Vance’s towering figure slumped against the wall. His presence is like a glitch in my routine, unexpected, throwing me off. The usual swagger in his stance is absent today, replaced with something that gnaws at my insides—fear?

Desperation?

“Vance.” My voice comes out steadier than I expect. I’m not sure if it’s more for him or for me. “What are you doing here?”

He doesn’t budge an inch, just those damn blue eyes of his tracking my every move. There’s a heaviness to them, a storm brewing beneath the surface. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t unnerve me.

“Last night,” he finally says, voice rough like gravel, “you weren’t here.”

A statement, not a question. His observation is sharp, cutting through the silence between us. It feels like a warning shot, and I know better than to take it lightly. This means he’s been watching me…that he knows he’s losing his last ally.

I don’t unlock the door.

I’m afraid that if I do, he might follow me inside and kill me.

“Yeah, had things to handle,” I reply, nonchalant.

“Things like Aisling?” Vance mutters.

“Is that what you’re implying?” I demand, my own voice rising with a mix of defiance and caution.

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