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He tightens his arms around me, and I moan, giving myself over completely. If I’m honest with myself, I’m already starting to fall—for all three of them.

It’s not smart, but I can’t help it. All I can do right now is enjoy it.

Every last minute of it that I can get.

26

LANA

As Beckett owns my mouth,my body tingles with awareness, the air around us growing heated and thick with anticipation.

Tristan and Ryder are watching, their gazes caressing me almost like a physical force.

Beckett slides one hand under the heavy fall of my hair, gripping the back of my head as his other hand lands on my ass, silently encouraging me to grind against him.

I do, and when I hear someone groan—Tristan or Ryder, or maybe both of them—my nipples tighten, heat pooling between my legs as Beckett’s cock thickens under me.

But then he pulls back, his large hand still holding my head firmly in place so I can’t chase his mouth.

An embarrassingly disappointed sound escapes me. I’m not ready to stop. But almost like he can read my mind, he gives me a slow, sexy smile and puts those fears to rest before they can take hold, the deep timbre to his voice sending shivers through me.

“I’m not done with you, but we can’t go any further until I know what you’re willing to do.”

“Anything,” I burst out, letting my arousal speak for more. “More.”

He grins, a quick flash that doesn’t dim the intensity of his gaze at all.

“There will definitely be more,” he growls, his voice pure Dom. “But ‘anything’ isn’t a good enough answer. I need to know specifics. What you want to explore. What your limits are. Be good and tell me, Lana. Spell it out.”

I shudder, his insistence just driving my need higher. I’ve done plenty of research to feed my interest in kink, and I know that communication is a huge part of it. That, and consent. But somehow, just reading about those things didn’t prepare me for the real thing.

But the rush of going from feeling unwanted all day tothisis overwhelming, and my mind blanks out as I struggle to find the words.

I lick my lips. “You decide. Please? I just…”

Beckett’s eyes flare with heat, his cock pulsing beneath me. “I am a Dominant to my core, little menace. I will absolutely decide—once I know your limits.”

“Thank you,” I breathe out.

His lips tilt up with the hint of a smile. “You still need to talk to me first, sweetheart. I can only make those decisions after I’m clear on what your wants and needs are. Being a Dominant means that once you give me control, I will take it. I’ll make the decisions, set the rules, and create the scene. But that power exchange can only exist within the boundaries we agree on. That’s the only way I can trulybea Dom, one who takes responsibility for respecting your limits and ensures your safety while we play.”

I nod. It sounds familiar. But I just want him to touch me again.

Still, I try to focus.

“Power exchange? Um, so you’re asking me to submit to you, right?”

His hands remain firm, but his eyes soften. “Your submission, if you choose to give it to me, is a gift. And yes, I would love to receive that gift from you. I just need you to remember that it’s a gift that you can take away at any time. I’ll take charge, but you’re the one ultimately in control here.”

“You mean my safe words.”

He smiles at me, and the hand he’s got on my ass starts a slow, leisurely rub that sends tingles straight to my core and feels a hell of a lot like praise.

“Good girl. Your safe words are a part of it, yes. But like I said, so is me understanding the kinks you’re interested in, and what your limits are. Because I will never violate those.”

I would never doubt it. Not with him. But it still does something to me to hear it, making me even more eager as he reaffirms just how safe it is to let go with him.

He stops massaging my ass and scalp and tightens both hands, holding me in place. “Tell me, which kinks would you like to explore tonight?”

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