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“Yes.” I begged shamelessly, “Please. I want to so badly.”

“Shit, don’t say that, bestie.” John’s dick jumped beneath me.

Luka’s eyes darkened as he stood over both of us, holding my chin. After a long moment—where it felt like he was looking into my soul—he nodded. “Then you’re gonna fuck us both right here.” His thumb traced slowly over my lower lip. “You’re going to be our wife after all. It’s only fair.”

I nodded eagerly up at him.

The warm, dreamlike state made everything feel amazing.

John flashed his dimples as he kissed my neck and reached down to drag his fingers through my core. “Aran, you’re dripping for us.”

My cheeks flushed, and I squirmed as his fingers touched me intimately.

“Take me,” I begged, then flushed harder and hid my face against John’s warm chest.

He laughed and whispered against my temple, “Dude, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”

Sunshine burst inside my chest.

What I felt for the twins went beyond words. It went beyond destiny.

The three of us were inevitable.

Chapter 50

John

BETWEEN BETROTHED

Rebirth—Day 62, hour 24

She was perfect.

Luscious turquoise curls tumbled across her shoulders and pooled around her waist. Large blue eyes were glossy with desire. The prettiest red stained the tops of her high cheekbones. She sat sprawled across my thigh, and I held her waist to support her.

Luka stood in front of us, trembling from arousal and the sheer intoxication of tasting such an exquisite creature.

I was jealous that he’d gotten to go down on her first, but I knew it was irrational. I’d taste her soon enough.

Aran had her pants around her ankles, and her long, stunning legs parted while she sat on my lap. She looked back at me with pure desire and trust. Completely trusting.

I groaned and bit my knuckles.

Luka reached into his sweatpants and gripped the base of his dick harshly to stop himself from coming at just the sight of her. I understood.

His cheeks were red, and he was biting down harshly on his lower lip. My recalcitrant twin was staring at the woman on my lap like she was his salvation.

Everything about sharing her with my twin was better than I could have ever imagined.

Beyond my wildest dreams.

She was so powerful and strong.

She was everything.

But above all else, she was my best friend.

Pressure built behind my eyes from the force of the emotions whipping through me. How had I ever gotten so lucky?

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