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Leo’s thoughts scattered. He tried to grind back against Adam’s thrusts, but the hand at his throat tightened in warning. All he could do was take it—every relentless thrust, every hot pull of Lander’s mouth.
When Adam came inside him, Leo felt it—felt the heat of it deep in his belly, the ultimate confirmation of belonging he hadn’t known he was craving. The hand around his cock finally moved, stroking him in rough, sure pulls.
“Come,” Adam ordered, voice barely above a whisper.
Leo did. His vision went white as pleasure crashed through him. He spilled over Lander’s chest and throat, every muscle locking before going limp.
Strong arms caught him, lifting him away from the couch. The world tilted, then righted, as Adam settled with Leo in his lap. He felt wrecked, used, perfect.
He rested his cheek against Adam’s chest, letting the vampire’s steady heartbeat ground him. Somewhere in the haze, he felt Adam’s fingers combing idly through his hair.
“You did well, beauty,” Adam murmured.
The words sank into Leo’s bones, warm and anchoring.
Lander rose to his feet, wiping the blood from his mouth with a cloth Leo didn’t remember him retrieving. Lander met Adam’s gaze for a long, measured moment, something silent passing between them.
“I’ll leave you,” Lander said, voice husky. “Unless you require anything else.”
Adam shook his head. “Go.”
Without another word, Lander slipped from the room.
Silence fell—deep, heavy, strangely comforting. Leo let his eyes close, exhaustion tugging at him from the inside out.
He should have felt humiliated. He should have been furious with himself for surrendering so completely. But all he felt was relief.
He’d been fighting the bond for so long. Fighting himself. Fighting Adam.
Now there was nothing left to fight.
As Adam’s hand continued its slow, soothing motion in his hair, Leo knew with absolute certainty he wouldn’t try to run again.
He was exactly where he was meant to be.
Chapter Fifteen
Leo
Leosurfacedslowlytoconsciousness, becoming aware of his surroundings in stages. He was on the couch, face-up, his head cushioned on Adam’s lap by a pillow, and his legs draped across Lander’s thighs. And he was completely, utterly naked.
“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered, “I’m getting really tired of being fucked into unconsciousness.”
The complaint came out more resigned than angry. Wasn’t this becoming a pattern? Get overwhelmed by Adam’s presence, lose all rational thought, have the best sex of his life, then wake up confused about his surroundings.
Above him, conversation paused. He registered Maja and Oren’s voices, discussing something with Adam, who had somehow acquired an elaborate tray table balanced with his laptop. Lander was scrolling through his tablet as if having a naked human draped across him was just another Tuesday.
Maybe it was now. The casual way Lander’s free hand rested on his thigh, the way Adam’s fingers occasionally stroked hishair while typing, like they owned him—like he belonged to them—sent a confusing mix of mortification and arousal through him.
Leo tried to turn onto his side to preserve what little dignity he had left, but the movement caused an unmistakable sensation of Adam’s release slipping from his body. A low warning growl froze him mid-motion.
Heat crept up his neck—not only from embarrassment, but from the thrill that shot through him at Adam’s possessive sound. He was marked, claimed, used, and everyone here knew it. Could smell it on him. Adam was showing him off like a prize, and the realization sent an unwelcome spike of lust through him.
He dropped back with a resigned sigh. “Right. Just going to lie here naked. For all of God’s creation to see. Perfect.”
Adam’s hand moved to caress his hair. “I need you like this.”
“Why?” Leo asked, his voice tight with confusion.
