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The desperate plea makes his hands shake as he positions himself at her slick entrance. Not from inexperience, but from the overwhelming intensity of the moment.

"I don't want to hurt her," he says quietly, looking to me for guidance.

"You won't," I assure him. "She's ready for you. Aren't you, love?"

"Yes," she gasps, her hands reaching for his shoulders. "Please, I need you, need to be filled?—"

He presses forward slowly, and she takes him easily, her body welcoming him until his knot meets her entrance. A soft, satisfied moan escapes her lips as he fills her completely, and for a moment they both just breathe, connected and close.

"That's it, sweetheart," he murmurs, pressing gentle kisses to her throat. "You feel perfect."

He begins to move then, slow and careful, treating her like something precious that might break. His thrusts are gentle, controlled, designed to comfort rather than overwhelm.

But after a few moments, she whimpers with frustration. "Harder," she whispers against his mouth, her hips lifting to meet his cautious movements. "I want it harder, Callum. Please."

Callum freezes, uncertainty flickering across his face as he looks to me. He's naturally gentle, afraid of using his strength in ways that might hurt her.

"Our omega wants it harder," I tell him firmly, my voice carrying the authority that cuts through his hesitation. "You give her what she wants."

Understanding flashes in his eyes. He grips her hips more firmly, angling his thrusts to give her the intensity she's craving. The change makes her cry out in pleasure, her back arching as he fills her exactly the way she needs.

"That's it," I encourage, watching them move together with growing satisfaction. "Give her everything she's asking for."

And as Callum's own knot begins to swell, as Lila builds toward another screaming orgasm, I settle back to guide them through the next phase of what's going to be a very long, very intense few days.

We're just getting started.

But already, watching them together, seeing the trust and care and what’s growing between all of us, I know we're going to be okay.

More than okay.

We're going to be perfect.

Chapter 23

Lila

Idrift in and out of consciousness, wrapped in Callum's strong arms like I'm something precious he's afraid to lose. His knot still locks us together, thick and full inside me, and every small movement sends aftershocks of pleasure through my oversensitive body. His chest purrs steadily beneath my cheek, the solid warmth of him grounding me even as my mind struggles to process everything that's happened.

Their voices drift around me like a lullaby, soft and careful, probably thinking I'm asleep. But consciousness keeps pulling me back to the surface, and their words filter through the haze, settling into my chest like seeds that might grow into something beautiful.

"I've never felt like this before," Dean's voice, rough with emotion. "About anyone. She's just... she's incredible. Makes me want to be better, you know?"

A pause, then his voice gets quieter, more vulnerable. "Even if she doesn't want me when this is over, when her head's clear... I just want her to be happy. Whatever that looks like. She deserves good things."

My heart clenches at the raw honesty in his words, the way he's already prepared to sacrifice his own wants for my happiness. Sweet, golden Dean who brings coffee and fixes doors and looks at me like I hung the moon.

"She's too good for us," Callum rumbles, his voice vibrating through his chest where my ear rests. "Too perfect. Don't know what we did to deserve her even looking at us twice." His arms tighten around me slightly, protective and possessive. "But I'll spend every day trying to be worthy of her if she'll let me."

The gruff admission from someone who fixes everything but doesn't think he's worth fixing makes my throat tight with emotion. Callum, who showed up with his toolbox and patient hands, who sees broken things and makes them whole again.

"We all will," Julian's voice, precise and thoughtful as always. "Take care of her, I mean. Whatever she needs, whatever she decides she wants." A pause, then softer. "I know I can be... intense. Too much for most people. But if there's even a chance she might want more with me, with us. All of us together..."

"We can only hope," Dean finishes quietly. "Dream about what that might look like."

"What do you think it would look like?" Callum asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "If she stayed. If she wanted all of us."

"Sunday mornings," Julian says immediately, like he's been thinking about it. "Coffee in that kitchen while she reads the paper in her chair by the window. Coming home from work to find her humming while she cooks, or curled up in her nest upstairs surrounded by our scents."

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