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A few more erratic thrusts, and then Alex stiffens, groaning long and low as he comes deep inside me. I can feel every hot pulse of his cock as he empties himself, coating my walls with his seed. The sensation sends aftershocks rippling through me, and I moan weakly, utterly spent.

Alex collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress as we both struggle to catch our breath. Lukas curls up beside us and strokes the sweaty hair back from my face tenderly.

“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “Took us so well. Such a good girl.”

I hum contentedly, basking in the praise and the feel of their strong bodies enveloping me. I’ve never felt so cherished, so desired, so complete. All the hurt and rejection from earlier fades away, eclipsed by the intensity of what I just shared with Lukas and Alex. My body still hums with satisfaction, every nerve ending singing from the thorough pleasuring I received.

Eventually, Alex softens and slips out of me with a gentle kiss to my shoulder. I can feel the evidence of our coupling trickling out and running down my thighs. It’s messy and lewd but also deeply erotic, a primal claiming.

Lukas and Alex take turns cleaning me up with a warm washcloth, their touches reverent and tender. Then they tuck me between them in the bed, my head pillowed on Lukas’s chest as Alex spoons me from behind.

Before I can think too deeply about what any of this means, I’ve fallen into the best dreamless sleep of my life.

CHAPTER 23

LUKAS

I blink awake, my eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through the curtains. Emma is draped across my chest, her silky hair fanned out across the pillow like a halo. She looks like a goddamn angel, all soft curves and smooth skin. I stroke a hand down her naked back, savoring the way she fits against me. Like two puzzle pieces snapping into place.

Alex is gone, his side of the bed empty and cool. Probably retreated back to his own room to give us some privacy. What a gentleman. I smirk to myself, remembering the way Emma writhed and moaned between us just a few hours ago, lost to pleasure as we worked her body in tandem. God, that was hot as hell.

I watch Emma as she sleeps, her dark lashes fluttering against her cheeks, lips parted slightly. The moonlight caresses her face, making her look ethereal, untouchable. A surge of unfamiliar emotion swells in my chest. Protectiveness, possessiveness. I want to pull her closer, shield her from the world, and never let go.

Fuck. What is this girl doing to me? I’m Lukas Dvorak. I don’t cuddle, I don’t stay the night, and I sure as shit don’t catch feelings. Hit it and quit it, that’s always been my style. Anything more is asking for trouble.

But with Emma, I don’t know. Something about her pulls me in, makes me crave more than just her gorgeous body. Her passion, her spirit, the way she sees the best in everyone…in me. I’m so far out of my depth here it’s not even funny.

I brush a lock of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear with uncharacteristic gentleness. She murmurs and nuzzles into my touch, still deep in slumber. My heart clenches almost painfully.

Christ. This girl could wreck me if I let her.

I need to get a grip, clear my head before I do something stupid. Like confess my undying devotion or ask her to have my babies. I’m losing it. Carefully, I extract myself from Emma’s clinging embrace, sliding out of bed. She makes an adorable little noise of protest but doesn’t wake. I can’t resist dropping a soft kiss to her forehead before I go.

What the hell has gotten into me? I shake my head as I pad naked to the bathroom, running a hand through my messy hair. Must be the post-nut haze scrambling my brain. A few splashes of cold water on my face should do the trick, help me get my head on straight.

I bump into Alex in the hallway, nearly colliding as he emerges from the bathroom. He looks about as dazed as I feel.

“Hey,” I say eloquently.

“Hey.” He rubs the back of his neck, glancing towards my bedroom door. “How’s Emma?”

“Still sleeping.” I can’t keep the tender note out of my voice. Pathetic.

Alex nods, understanding in his eyes. “That was…intense.”

“No shit.” I let out a quiet huff of laughter. Understatement of the century. “I gotta say, man, having you there, it really ratcheted things up to a whole new level.”

A slow grin spreads across Alex’s face. “Right? I had no idea sharing could be so hot. It’s like everything I never knew I wanted.”

“Exactly.” I lean against the wall, mirroring his pose. “Emma’s something else, isn’t she? Special.”

“She really is.” Alex’s expression goes soft, wistful almost. Oh hell. I know that look.

“You too, huh?”

He meets my gaze, not bothering to play dumb. “Yeah. I’m falling for her, Lukas. Hard.”

I blow out a breath. “That makes two of us then.” Saying it out loud is both terrifying and a relief.

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