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I’ve never touched her in any meaningful way; I’ve postured, but I’ve held firm.

She’s alive for a reason. Maybe this is her way of making the most of her second life.

Noble breaks the kiss. “If my girl wants both of us, then I’m not going to deny her. She should have whatever she wants.”

I scoff. “You’re pussy-whipped.”

“And,” he says, “you’re in denial. Do it.”

It isn’t the first time he’s demanded something of me, although this gets my back up. He’s done so much for me and I've always tried to repay him for it, in any way I can.

But not this.

I arch my brows high like an imperious king. “I’m not sure she can handle us both.”

“Are you seriously asking me if I canhandleyou? Like you’re something special?”

But I’m not going to bend, no matter if she’s a thorn stuck in my paw and I can’t shake her.

Noble isn’t content to wait for an answer as he hoists Ren against him, kissing her ruthlessly. He carries her over to the edge of the billiard table, only a few feet away from me, and he yanks her black pants down, her panties too, in one motion. Then he nudges her legs open.

I’m silent as he slips two fingers between her legs and parts her pussy for me. He flicks at her clit until Ren catches her breath, moisture dripping down her legs.

Her scent is everywhere.

I can practically feel the fluttering of her pretty cunt on my cock.

Noble pushes down his pants and boxers, the material caught around his knees, freeing his erection.

I keep my attention on Ren, on her panting, her need. The way her eyes go dark and her skin is so pale in contrast.

Noble angles against her opening and pauses. “Last chance, Tor,” he growls out, his teeth clenched.

I still say nothing, and in his next breath, Noble thrusts inside Ren to the hilt. She cries out, writhing, tilting her ass up.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Noble bites the side of her neck and pushes her down so that she’s clinging to the side of the pool table with her legs splayed. “Your pussy feels so good.” Noble turns his hips in a circle with his next thrust, each one hard and calculated. “Christ.”

The curse is an explosion of sound.

Then he pulls out, turns her so she’s on all fours and slams back in. She comes down on her forearms.

Fuck them both.

This is some kind of calculated game, and Noble stops his rocking to turn to me, his head tilted to the side.

“Are you sure you don’t want a taste?” he asks. “You really don’t want to feel her?”

There’s a heavy weight in the air.

Of course I do. I want it all. And it’s my right to demand it, even if she is his mate.

My right. Just like it’s my right to demand they leave. But I’m fixated on the way he fucks her and how Ren gasps and takes every inch of him.

After a moment of consideration, I tug at my tie, shrug off my suit jacket and toss it. Like an approval.

Or maybe I’m finally at the breaking point of what I’m willing and able to tolerate.

Noble grabs Ren by the neck and pulls up her head, still fucking her, stopping only long enough to massage her breasts and turn her slightly to face me.

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