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He hesitated, glancing down at Everly’s sleeping form. I knew what he was thinking—that I was trying to separate them, assert dominance, stake my claim while he slept.

“She’s safe with me,” I said softly. “As are you.”

Surprise flickered across his scarred features. Then, slowly, he nodded and settled down beside Everly, curving his body around her smaller one. His arm draped protectively over her waist, but his posture had relaxed.

I returned to my vigil, my back to the wall, facing the darkness beyond our small sanctuary. My thoughts circled back to the revelation that had settled in my mind: Everly could choose us both. It wasn’t a compromise. It was a solution. Maybe the only one that wouldn’t end in blood and grief.

I let the night sounds wash over me, my senses alert for any disturbance, any scent or sound that didn’t belong. Behind me, my fate mate slept in the arms of another male who was, against all odds, becoming something other than my enemy. Something I didn’t yet have a name for.

The dream came like a storm—sudden,powerful, overwhelming. Everly lay before us, her body bare and perfect, stretched between Khaaz and me like an offering. Her sun-darkened skin gleamed with a soft light that seemed to emanate from within, highlighting the curves and valleys of her form. Her black hair spilled across the surface beneath her, her eyes half-lidded with desire as she gazed up at us. My body responded instantly, primal and hungry, as I lowered myself between her thighs.

Her scent was intoxicating, more potent here in the dreamscape than in waking life. I inhaled deeply, letting it flood my senses until I could taste her on my tongue before I’d even touched her. When I finally did, pressing my mouth against the slick heat of her core, she arched beneath me with a gasp that sent lightning down my spine.

I savored her, my tongue tracing every fold, every secret place, mapping her pleasure with deliberate precision. Above me, Khaaz had claimed her upper body, his scarred hands cupping her breasts, weighing them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they peaked hard against his rough pads. His mouth followed, teeth grazing the sensitive buds before his tongue flicked across them, drawing another cry from Everly’s throat.

I watched them through hooded eyes as I continued my assault on her senses. Khaaz’s shimmering gaze met mine over the expanse of her body. There was no challenge there, no territorial warning. Instead, I saw a reflection of my own hunger, my own need. We were mirrors, he and I, reflecting the same desire from different angles.

Everly’s thighs trembled against my shoulders, her hips lifting to press harder against my mouth. I gripped them firmly, holding her in place as I drove my tongue deeper, tasting her essence, drowning in it. Her hands clutched at the surface beneath her, her back arching as her first climax washed over her. I didn’t let up, working her through it, prolonging the pleasure until she was gasping, begging in broken syllables.

Only then did I rise, positioning myself between her legs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. I was painfully hard, throbbing with need, but I held myself back, savoring the moment of anticipation.

“Please,” she whispered, her eyes locking with mine, then shifting to Khaaz. “Both of you. I need you both.”

That was all it took. I drove forward, burying myself to the hilt in a single powerful thrust. She was tight, wet, perfect—her body gripping mine like she was made for me. For us. Her cry of pleasure echoed in the dreamspace, resonating through me, through Khaaz, binding us together in her response.

I established a rhythm, deep and steady, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through all three of us. In this shared dream, the boundaries between our sensations blurred. I could feel my own penetration and simultaneously experience her reception of it—the stretch, the fullness, the exquisite pressure against her most sensitive spots.

Khaaz continued his attention to her breasts, his mouth alternating between them, his hands holding her steady against my increasingly forceful thrusts. Her body was a bridge between us, connecting us in ways I’d never imagined possible.

Without conscious thought, I reached forward, threading my fingers into Khaaz’s dark mane. His fur was coarser than Everly’s hair, thicker, but no less pleasing to touch. I tightened my grip, tugging him upward, away from Everly’s breasts. He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my palm.

Our eyes met, gold against silver, predator to predator. Then I pulled him closer, closing the distance between us, my mouth claiming his with the same possessive hunger I’d shown Everly. Our teeth clashed, sharp fangs scraping against each other, drawing pinpricks of blood that mingled on our tongues. The taste was electric—copper and musk and something uniquely his.

I explored his mouth thoroughly, my tongue sliding against his, asserting dominance even as I recognized his strength. Beneath us, Everly moaned, her hands reaching up to touch us both, her body writhing as I continued to thrust into her, never breaking my rhythm.

When I finally pulled back, my grip on Khaaz’s mane tightened, controlling him, directing him. There was no hesitation in me now, no confusion about what I wanted—what we all needed.

“Let her taste you,” I ordered, my voice rough with desire and command. Khaaz’s eyes flicked to mine, something sharp and unreadable flashing in their depths.

Then, slowly, he nodded. Understanding. Accepting.

Everly gasped as he moved, shifting his position, his knees braced on either side of her shoulders. His cock, thick and ridged, brushed against her lips, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. She hesitated—just for a breathless second, her eyes darting between his length and my face, seeking confirmation.

I nodded, encouraging her, giving her permission to embrace this shared pleasure.

Then she opened for him, her lips parting, her pink tongue darting out to taste the bead of moisture at his tip. Khaaz groaned, his head falling back at the first contact. She took him deeper, her mouth stretching around his girth, her throat working as she adjusted to his size.

The sight was mesmerizing—her lips wrapped around him, her body accepting me below. I drove into her harder, deeper, timing my thrusts to match the rhythm of her mouth on Khaaz. Each time I bottomed out inside her, she took him deeper, creating a perfect synchrony of pleasure.

Her body was fire and silk around me, her inner walls clenching with each thrust, drawing me deeper, demanding more. I gave it to her, unleashing the force I usually held in check, knowing in this dreamscape she could take all of me, all of us.

Khaaz’s hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, his breath coming in harsh pants that matched my own. We moved together, the three of us locked in a dance of pleasure, each movement amplifying the others.

“Mine,” I growled, the word encompassing both of them. “Both of you.”

In response, Everly’s inner muscles clamped down on me, her climax crashing through her, through me, through Khaaz. The shared sensation pushed me over the edge, my release pouring into her as Khaaz found his own completion, his seed spilling down her throat as she swallowed around him.

We were bound in that moment—claimed, unified, complete in a way I’d never experienced before. The boundaries between us dissolved, pleasure coursing through our shared consciousness like lightning through conductive metal.

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