“Lift your arms,” Keir murmured, and I complied without thinking, allowing him to pull my shirt over my head.

The cool air of the library raised goosebumps on my exposed skin, though they quickly gave way to heat as Logan’s mouth found my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below my ear. Keir’s fingers traced patterns on my chest, circling but never quite touching my nipples, the teasing touch making me arch toward him, seeking more contact.

“Patience,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “We have all day.”

“Some of us don’t have your supernatural stamina,” I retorted, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the breathy quality of my voice.

“Don’t worry,” Logan assured me, his hand sliding down to cup me through my jeans, drawing a gasp from my lips. “We’ll make sure you keep up.”

Cade finally moved, stepping forward to stand directly in front of me. He reached down to tilt my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“Last chance to back out,” he said softly, his thumb tracing my lower lip. “Say the word, and we stop.”

The tenderness in his voice, the genuine concern in his eyes, made something in my chest tighten. This powerful alpha, who could simply take what he wanted, was instead asking—making sure I was completely willing.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I replied, holding his gaze steadily.

Something flared in his eyes—satisfaction, desire, and something deeper I wasn’t ready to name. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned down, his breath warm against my lips fora heartbeat before claiming my mouth in a kiss that was pure possession.

The first press of his lips was firm but controlled, a statement of intent rather than a request. When my lips parted on a gasp, his tongue swept inside, hot and demanding, tasting of coffee and something uniquely Cade. I yielded immediately, my hands coming up to grip his broad shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle there as the kiss deepened.

He tasted me thoroughly, his tongue stroking against mine in a rhythm that made heat pool low in my belly. When I tentatively responded, meeting his intensity with my own, a growl of approval rumbled through his chest. His hand came up to cup the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair to hold me exactly where he wanted me as he angled his head to deepen the kiss further.

The taste, the scent, the feel of him overwhelmed my senses. His lips were surprisingly soft against mine, a contrast to the demanding pressure of his mouth. When he caught my lower lip between his teeth, applying just enough pressure to send a shock of pleasure-pain through me, I whimpered, the sound swallowed by his mouth as he soothed the sting with his tongue.

I was vaguely aware of Logan and Keir watching us, their desire a palpable force in the room. Logan’s fingers had found their way into my hair, stroking through the strands with unexpected gentleness, while Keir’s hand rested on my thigh, his thumb tracing maddening circles against my skin.

When Cade finally pulled back, I was breathless and dizzy, my fox traits making an uninvited appearance. My tail had emerged without my conscious control, curling around Keir’s wrist as if to keep him close, while my ears twitched and swiveled with each brush of Logan’s fingers through my hair.

“Beautiful,” Cade murmured, his thumb tracing my lower lip, now sensitive and slightly swollen from his kisses.

“Stand up,” Cade commanded softly, stepping back to give me space.

I rose on slightly unsteady legs, hyperaware of my shirtless state and the obvious evidence of my arousal straining against my jeans. Before I could feel self-conscious, Logan’s hands were at my waistband, deftly unfastening the button and lowering the zipper.

“These need to go,” he murmured, hooking his thumbs in both my jeans and briefs and sliding them down in one smooth motion.

And then I was naked, standing in the middle of the Sinclair family library with three fully clothed alphas circling me like I was prey. The contrast—me bare while they remained dressed—should have made me feel vulnerable, exposed. Instead, it was intoxicating, the heat in their eyes as they looked at me making me feel powerful rather than weak.

“Beautiful,” Keir breathed, reaching out to trace the line of my hip. “Every inch of you.”

“Turn around,” Cade instructed, his voice rough with desire. “Slowly.”

I complied, making a full rotation under their hungry gazes. My tail swished behind me, betraying my excitement despite my attempt to appear composed.

“I think,” Logan said, his voice dropping to a register that sent shivers down my spine, “that we should move this to somewhere more comfortable.”

He nodded toward the oversized leather sectional in the corner of the library, positioned to catch the morning light from the east-facing windows. It was enormous—large enough to accommodate all four of us with room to spare.

Keir’s hand at the small of my back guided me toward it, the heat of his palm a brand against my skin. As we reachedthe sectional, Cade suddenly lifted me as if I weighed nothing, depositing me in the center of the soft leather.

“Now,” he said, his eyes silver-blue with desire, “where were we?”

Cade’s question hung in the air for only a moment before Logan answered it by leaning down to capture my mouth in a kiss that was entirely different from Cade’s—playful where Cade had been possessive, teasing where he had been demanding. Logan’s tongue traced the seam of my lips, dipping inside to taste before retreating, coaxing rather than commanding.

While Logan claimed my mouth, Keir’s lips found my neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down to my collarbone. The dual sensations made me gasp into Logan’s mouth, my back arching involuntarily. Keir took advantage of my movement to slide his hands beneath me, lifting me slightly to better access the sensitive skin at the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

“So responsive,” he murmured against my skin, his teeth grazing the spot that made me shiver. “Love how you can’t hide what you’re feeling.”