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I was still too overwhelmed by the feel of him to speak. All I could do was wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. Kiss him. Every move he made felt good, and I didn’t give a shit how long he lasted. I was already blissed out from the two orgasms they managed to wring out of me in the bath. Having another one? Probably not on the table. I was a one and done orgasm girl, even though my nickname was O.

“Talk to me, wife,” he whispered. “Tell me what you like.”

“I like it all.” It was an honest answer, because every part of him—of them—touching me was incredible.

Cameron slowed down, searching my face. Then that playful light came into his eyes, and I swore his scent grew stronger. “If you won’t tell me, then I’ll just have to figure it out.”

I laughed, and it cracked something in the air. The tension singing that still hovered. The seriousness and carefulness we were all moving with. It didn’t have to be so serious, and I felt like I took my first breath after holding it forever. “I do like it all. But I also don’t know enough to tell you what I like.”

“Mmm,” he pushed in so slowly it was almost painful. “So we get to experiment with you. Show you everything. I like that.”

“You’re not the only one.” Micah laid down next to me, turning my face away from Cam to kiss me. Hard and deep, and oh?—

He still tasted like me. I didn’t know why the two of us together was so incredible, but I fucking loved it. The sound that came out of me, low and desperate, Cameron cursed and drove home.

Pleasure raced through me, the speed and the friction lighting me up. Cameron stretched me the way a toy never had. The new sensation building deep inside me was delicious. I’d never had this before. Never had an orgasm from this kind of sex. It was deeper. Larger and more… everywhere.

I couldn’t keep my breath, the newness of the sensation racing up and through and out before I could even hold onto it. My gasps spilled through as I clung to the shimmers of it, letting them sparkle through my brain. Holy shit.

“I think our wife likes it hard and fast.” Everett had gone to a knee beside the bed and watched me with that intensity I didn’t dare trust. He took my hand and kissed the back of it, turned it over and kissed the point of my pulse, never taking his gaze away from mine. “Look at him, little nymph,” he said.

Something about it made me smile as I looked back at Cam. Took in all of him. Raised my other leg to curl around his hips as best I could. Run one hand through his hair. Sink into the sensation of aftershocks and pleasure floating around me in a golden haze.

Dropping his face to my neck, Cameron moaned, thrusting deep and shuddering, knot locking into place so perfectly it made light flash behind my eyes. It might have been the hottest sound I’d ever heard, and I needed more. I pulled his face to mine, wanting to taste that sound. Needing it.

Cameron smiled through our kiss, but he didn’t stop kissing me. “The way you hug my knot is fucking perfect.”

“I’ve never had that,” I smiled, unable to stop touching him. Face, shoulders, hair. Wherever I could reach. “An orgasm from actual sex. Hell, the fact that I had three is a miracle.”

Shock froze Cameron’s face, and then he was kissing me again, this time harder, rolling with me to the side, forcing Micah out of the way. “You shouldn’t tell me things like that, sweetheart. If you start telling us we’re taking firsts, we’re going to get more possessive than we already are.”

I pressed my lips together to suppress my grin. “Is that a bad thing?”

Heat lined my back as Everett slid onto the bed behind me. “If you’re prepared for us to growl at any man who looks at you and want to keep you in the house so you’re only ours, then no, it’s not a bad thing.”

He kissed my shoulder, and I loved that. Casual touches. The little things. They meant just as much as sex. Anyone could want to touch someone for sex. To get off. But just touching? Because you could? I didn’t take that for granted. Especially as he slid his palm down my ribs. “You won’t have to worry about the first one,” I said. “And the second one won’t be a problem. I like being home.”

“And I like you calling this place your home,” Micah said.

I rested my head on the pillows and closed my eyes, comfortable and spent and cozy. But most of all, not feeling awkward anymore. There was no chance my anxiety wouldn’t rear its head again. But they hadn’t laughed. They were still here.

“I’m going to point out the attention you get, little nymph. If not to show you how much you’re wanted, to show you how I’m staking my claim.”

As we rested, breathing in the comfortable silence, Cameron’s knot loosened, and we eased apart. He wrapped himself around me, his whole body pressing into mine. “I could fuck you all over again,” he whispered in my ear. “Never have enough.”

For a long moment, I closed my eyes and basked in the feeling of those words. Let myself relax into his hold. Just breathe in lemon zest and powdered sugar. Savor the warmth of his skin on mine.

“What happens now?” I murmured, tired, but not enough to sleep. Not yet, at least.

“Whatever you want, princess. Food and more fucking? I’ll take that option any time.”

A laugh fell out of me, more like a giggle. I couldn’t quite believe I was in bed with three of the hottest Alphas I’d ever encountered. My husbands.

Cameron laughed with me. “You like that idea?”

I nodded.

“Good,” Everett sighed. “Because as much as we don’t want to, we have to go into the office tomorrow. We have to sign the paperwork with Frank and a few other things. But trust me when I say we’ll be rushing through it.”

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