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I’m climbing out of my skin. Wishing he’d removed his shirt so I could let my hands and eyes run over his muscular body, but only having a moment to do so when his tip presses into me. It’s a slow agony when he squeezes inside of me. He seems to be aware of how tight I am, how unaccustomed I am to a man of his size because he doesn’t just slam into me. He takes care of my body even as I burn hotter, and my impatience grows.

I wiggle on top of him, tearing a groan from his lips, and he bites my nipple gently in response. Something that sends a hot shiver rolling down my spine.

When he comes to his hilt, he stops sucking my breasts and moves his way back up my throat before returning to my mouth. His kiss is deep and sensual as he thrusts into me, over and over again. I barely manage to stop myself from whimpering. From begging him for more.

Movement makes me freeze, and Braxton turns at the sound, a growl rolling off his lips.

Maxwell steps closer from the shadows, allowing us to see him, and I lay sandwiched between Braxton and the wall, unsure what to do. Things between us still feel so fragile. Is he angry? Jealous at not being included?

He doesn’t say a word, but he undoes his jacket as he moves toward us. Then, his lips are on mine, and I struggle to drag in a breath. Both their scents surround me. Both their bodies surround me. And my wolf is practically purring with delight, content in a way that’s surprising.

I let my hands slide down Max’s body, undo his pants, and slip inside. Braxton has slowed his thrusts inside of me, teasingand torturing, so I keep the same rhythm as I pump Max’s cock, loving the feeling of his hard length, loving the way his pre-cum coats my hand.

At last, he growls, and then I’m pulled away from the wall. I feel Max slide behind me, and then his tip presses into me from behind. My muscles clench and flutter as he slips into my juices, so close to his brother that the visual in my mind nearly sends me crashing over the edge, and then he’s back at my ass, pressing in. Slowly. Carefully. My body wrapping him so tightly that pleasure and pain ride together, until he comes fully inside me.

Then, the twins start to move together. Rocking inside me. Then, thrusting inside me. My nails dig into Braxton’s shoulders, and I’m panting. Sounds slip from my lips, a mixture of whimpers and their names. Arousal builds inside of me until I can’t take another breath. Until my muscles tense so hard around them that I hear a string of curses exploding from their lips.

And then, I’m coming. My orgasm hits me so hard that my vision goes black and the alley fades away. I ride those big hard cocks inside of me, feeling wave after wave move through me, sending my nerves screaming with pleasure.

But I only come back when I feel them explode inside of me. I love the thought of their cum coating my channels, knowing that I’ll smell like my mates. That any other shifter will know they own me.

My men are breathing hard.

“Asha, shit,” Max groans.

“She has a magical pussy,” Braxton whispers into my ear, then bites my neck lightly.

I cling to them, knowing that soon this perfect moment will end, and that we need to enjoy times like these whenever we can.

I just wish the real world was this wonderful instead of a dark wave just waiting to pull me under again.

SEVEN

Orson

After being left aloneat the table for a while, I caught sight of them heading back from an alley. Max came inside, smelling of Asha and sex, while Braxton and Asha remained outside. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what they’d been doing, but I didn’t really care. These three seemed to be in desperate need of some happiness.

Asha looks radiant beside the truck. Her platinum blonde hair captures the sun, like a crown of light. Her lithe figure draws one’s attention to its subtle and sultry curves, while the honey-brown eyes bewitch. At a distance, through the diner’s dirty window, these traits unite in the portrait of a beautiful young woman. Crass and casual, a smokescreen for a deeper emotional intelligence.

It takes all my willpower to drag my gaze away from her, but I have a rare moment alone with Max I don’t want to squander. As the controller of my fate, it behooves me to learn the way his mind thinks. He sits square-shouldered in the booth, alert, despite little hints of exhaustion peeking through. For example,the way he blinks with such intention, refusing his eyelids the opportunity to remind him how splendid a moment’s rest would feel.

“Where are we headed?” I ask.

His eyes snap to mine, and in them I find my answer. Confidential. Need-to-know basis. Shut up and do what I tell you.

It was evident the moment we met: I didn’t have his trust. Which I suppose is understandable, given the culture of distrust fostered by his agency. The Enforcers aren’t keen on confiding more than the bare minimum, even amongst each other, as far as I can tell. An air of secrecy attends every Enforcer I’ve come across. Max is no exception in that regard.

In others, however, I suspect deviation from the Enforcer norm. His eyes wander back to the window, where they find Asha. Though I’m unaware of any Enforcer code of conduct, I imagine there’s an implicit prohibition on romance. Especially on a mission. Doubly so, when the object of an Enforcer’s affection happens to also be a member of a group classified as highly dangerous.

And yet, both brothers have allowed themselves to become involved with the so-called asset, as Michael called her — whatever that means. I smelled her on them like a pungent cologne. By the strength of the scent, I can only imagine what the three of them got up to in the past forty-eight hours. And without showering since.

Not smart for people who seem to like their secrets.

As though intuiting my train of thought, Max speaks up and derails it. “You did hard time?”

I try to keep my answer simple and respectful. “You read my file, I presume. You know the details.”

He looks back at me, leaning forward on the table. “For murder?”

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