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"You look stunning tonight, Tati," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. He presses two fingers against my clit, my back bowing forward as I set my drink down and grip the edge of the table. It’s going to be impossible to keep my mouth closed and even if Euphoria is a sex club, I’ve never partaken in anything like this.

I don’t have to worry, though, Ryder slowly reaching over to wrap his large hand around the front of my neck. He tugs me forward just a little, twisting my torso to face him. “May I?” He asks, his voice several octaves deeper, a rasp to his words as his gaze dips to my lips and then returns to my eyes. I nod, unable to form words, my heart pounding in my chest.

His lips meet mine, gentle at first, but soon demanding, hungry. I melt into the kiss, my hands gripping the edge of the table as he explores my mouth. As the kiss deepens, Ashton's fingers resume their journey, slipping inside my shorts. I gasp into Ryder's mouth as those long, skilled fingers brush against my soaked panties, teasing my clit through the thin fabric. My body arches involuntarily, seeking more of his touch.

"Fuck, Tati,"Ashton whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're so wet." His fingers push aside the flimsy barrier of my panties, and he slides two fingers into my throbbing heat. I moan, the sound muffled by Ryder's demanding kiss.

Ryder pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with lust as he watches Ashton's hand move between my legs. "Let go, Tati. We've got you."

His words are like a trigger, releasing the tension I've been holding. I tense as Ashton's fingers curl inside me, hitting all the right spots. His thumb circles my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I’m on the edge, teetering between ecstasy and the fear of being so exposed.

"Easy, baby," Ryder whispers, sensing my hesitation. "It's okay, we're here for you."

I nod, my eyes flitting between the two men, seeking reassurance. Ashton's fingers still, Ryder's hand on my neck providing a sense of grounding. I take a shaky breath, my body trembling with the effort to hold back the impending orgasm.

"It's okay, Tati," Carleen's soft voice floats across the table. "Let it happen. We want to see you lose control."

Her words, laced with desire, push me over the edge. I arch my back, pressing my body into Ashton's hand, seeking more of his touch. He obliges, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm, stroking my sensitive flesh. Ryder's hand tightens on my neck, his thumb rubbing soothingly as if to say,I've got you.

My orgasm hits me like a freight train, stealing my breath and rendering me speechless. I moan, a raw, primal sound, as my body convulses around Ashton's fingers. Ryder's mouth covers mine, swallowing my cries, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of my release.

As the waves of pleasure subside, I slump back in the booth, my body boneless and my mind spinning. I felt exposed, raw, and utterly satisfied. Ashton withdraws his hand, his fingers glistening with evidence of my pleasure. He raises them to his lips, sucking them into his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Tati, my little doe," he purrs, his voice thick with emotion. "You taste incredible."

I manage a weak smile, my heart overflowing with affection for these three people who make me feel so desired. Carleen's eyes are locked on Ashton's fingers, her lips parted, and her breath coming in shallow gasps. Before I can blink, Ashton is offering his fingers to my other Alpha, Carleen giving an experimental lick before cleaning them off.

And now I need more.

The moment she’s done, I settle on my knees and lean across the table, pulling Carleen into a kiss of our own. I can taste myself on her lips as she cups my cheeks in her hands. Goddess, this iseverything. Pleasure is still thrumming through my body and the fantasies of me beneath one or more of these Alphas is now the only thing I want.

Soon, I tell myself.

“That was amazing,” I mumble as I sit back in my seat, Ashton dragging me into his lap and nestling his face in the curve of my shoulder. Ryder hands me my drink, Carleen smiling from across the table, content. I may only have a few more minutes before Eugene yells at me for slacking off but I’m going to cherish every last second.

Chapter seventeen

CARLEEN

The night drags on in a slow, honeyed haze. Euphoria buzzes with energy, the low thrum of music vibrating beneath my feet and the dim lights painting everyone in soft blues and purples. It’s been hours, but I still feel the ghost of Tati’s weight in my lap, her warmth lingering in the spaces where our bodies had touched.

She’s out on the floor now, clearing tables and flashing her bright grin at the lingering patrons who refuse to leave, even though last call was announced ages ago.

I should have known she wouldn’t stay tucked away with us all night but that doesn’t mean I didn’t prepare for this. Before we arrived tonight, I’d pulled Eugene aside and asked—okay,paid—to reserve her for a little extra time. Just the thought of Tati finding out I bribed her boss makes me snort softly into my whiskey glass. She’d have my head for it.

But I needed this.Weneeded this.

Tonight wasn’t just about seeing Tati in her element—it was about seeing how the four of us would fit together, how our puzzle pieces would align in this strange, messy dynamic we’ve stumbled into.

And goddess, it’s better than I ever could have hoped. It’s only been a day and now I understand how much turmoil my younger sister went through, trying to wade through the bullshit of biology, scents, and love.

Ryder’s leaning back in his seat, his broad shoulders taking up too much space in the booth, his blue eyes flicking between me and Ashton with quiet amusement. Ashton, on the other hand, is draped across the corner of the booth like he owns the damn place, his fingers drumming a lazy beat against the table, those sharp brown eyes glinting with mischief every time they meet mine.

And me? Well, I’m sitting here, holding my whiskey and wondering how the hell I got so lucky.

Because Ashton is already halfway in love with Tati. I can see it in the way Ashton watches her like she’s a spark of light in a dark room. And Ryder is the perfect rock in this chaotic little quad. Like a protective aura that feels amazing to lean into. I can see it in the way his gaze softens every time it lands on Ashton. It's only a matter of time before he starts looking at Tati the same way.

Ashton clears his throat, dragging me back to the present. “Alright, boss lady,” he drawls, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. “About this menu.”

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