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“Fuck what I can and can’t do. I’m here now and I want both of you. Do you want me? Do you want this?” Mezli asks, her voice trembling as she gestures between the three of us.

“I want this. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than the two of you,” Phelix says with staggering conviction.

“But—I don’t—You’re meant to be together. I don’t fit.”

Phelix steps in behind me, caging me between their bodies. “You’re wrong. Without you,wedon’t fit together. You’re the missing piece.”

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Idon’t know who moves first, but suddenly Mezli’s lips crash against mine, jarring and wild and so perfectlyher. Eden is trapped between us as our mouths meet over her shoulder and she tries to slip away, but I pin her against Mezli and break our frantic kiss to claim Eden’s lips. Mezli’s mouth drops to Eden’s throat, and the sweet human keens, allowing my tongue to slip into her mouth. Her back arches, pressing her lush breasts against my chest, and Mezli’s lower hands grasp onto my ass, making my cocks extrude so fast I grunt in pleasure-pain.

“This is… Oh god!” Eden cries as Mezli’s upper hands cup her breasts and I fist a hand into her short tresses, pulling her head back gently to nip at her throat in tandem with my mate.

“You said you don’t fit, but look how wrong you are,” I murmur, hips grinding against Eden’s soft belly.

Mezli releases her grip on me and spins Eden around to kiss her as I hold our human in place, upper hands grazing her breasts while my lower ones grip her hips, bringing her ass flush with my cocks. I pinch one of her nipples and she cries out.

Mezli chuckles, the low throaty sound going straight to my stiff lengths. “Listen to how needy she is, Phelix. I bet she’d let us fuck her right here in the hall where anyone could see.”

Eden gasps and I groan, throbbing at the idea. “Would you let us fuck you like this? Show everyone who you belong to?” I rasp, hand sliding under her shirt to get better access to her tits. It’s reckless to even consider, but the idea has too much appeal for me to care. I’m so tired of being in control.

“I… I want…” Eden pants between Mezli’s kisses and my assault on her breasts.

“Use your words, doctor,” Mezli says, her voice teasing and husky.

The air between us in this cramped hallway chokes me with lust, the heady blend of our mutual arousal and mating pheromones taking away all rational thought.

“I want to watch Phelix fuck you,” Eden says.

My hips grinding against her stutter.

Mezli freezes and pulls back from kissing Eden to look her in the eyes. “Don’t do that whole ‘I don’t want to get in the way’ bullshit, Eden.”

Our human shakes her head vehemently. “I’m not! I want that. It…the thought turns me on. Is that weird?”

She goes to duck her head in embarrassment, but I don’t let her, grabbing her chin and turning her face to look at me. “After you told me about you and Mezli together, I had to go into the hygiene roomat the conference and jerk off my cocks twice to get some relief from how much it aroused me.”

Mezli chuckles at my confession. “You two are kinky freaks. We really are perfect for each other.”

Goddess, we are. It feels incredible to acknowledge how well the three of us fit.

“I’ll show you how perfect. Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” I say in a low command.

Mezli quirks a brow and I expect her to argue about me ordering her around, but she winks at me and does as I asked, popping her ass back toward me as she rests her hands on the wall. She turns over her shoulder with a smirk. “Yes,Lord Nafar.”

I groan and palm the cocks trapped in my pants in an attempt to placate them. Eden watches us with desire glittering in her eyes. I know she said she’s happy to watch, but I don’t want that right now. Mezli unlocked something in me when she didn’t fight me and a beast inside me roars to life, needing to claim and bend both of these perfectxalasto my will.

“Get on your knees and make her ready for me, Eden.”

Her eyes widen, but she eagerly obeys, sliding to her knees between the wall and Mezli’s cocked hips. Mezli’s lower hands drop to her skirt, and she lifts it up, showing us that she’s bare underneath.

“I said, hands on the wall.”

Mezli’s eyes lock with mine over her shoulder. “Make me.”

I’m on her before she can attempt to put up a fight, my upper hands tearing hers from her hips and slamming them against the wall to hold her in place. “Be a goodxalaand spread your legs for me. Or do you want me to make you do that too?” I rasp into my mate’s ear.

Mezli shivers and squirms against my grip, but she spreads her legs.

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