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I relaxed another fraction.

Helion rolled his hips, fully seating himself inside of me, stretching me in a way that made my fingernails dig into their skin. There was a sharpness to it at first, enough to make me suck in a sharp breath.

“Oh,” I moaned.

“Fuck,” Helion panted, eyes fluttering shut as a guttural moan left him.

The discomfort slowly melted into something heavier. Stranger. A deep fullness that left me trembling between them.

Helion’s forehead dropped against my shoulder as they thrust into me with the same steady rhythm.

“Gods,” he breathed. “You fit us both perfectly.”

Rythos’ control finally fractured.

His forehead dropped against mine, a broken curse leaving him as the careful rhythm he’d maintained faltered. His fingers tightened around me, hips snapping with desperation.

I moved with them both, the slow rhythm we had built together beginning to fracture as their restraint finally gave way.

“Fuck—Lyra.” Helion gasped.

My name sounded different in his mouth. Not teasing. Not filthy. It was almost reverent.

His arms locked around me as a shudder tore through him, his face burying against my shoulder while Rythos held me from the other side.

Rythos growled, throwing his head back while Helion gasped against my skin. Their bodies shuddered around me as their release spilled into me.

And something inside me broke open.

Pleasure detonated through my body with such force that I forgot how to breathe. My back arched between them, a scream tearing from my throat as light burst beneath my skin, brighter and brighter until the entire cabin seemed to glow with it.

But it wasn’t only mine.

Rythos’ darkness surged through the bond. Helion’s golden warmth answered it. Both crashed into me at once, and instead of fighting, instead of tearing me in two, they twisted together beneath my ribs.

My orgasm seemed to go on forever, each wave stronger than the last until tears burned behind my eyes and my entire body trembled in their arms.

For several breathless seconds, none of us moved.

We simply stayed tangled together, three pounding hearts slowly finding their rhythm again.

And somewhere beneath the haze of pleasure, something painfully tender settled inside my chest.

I didn’t want to die.

I wanted this.

I wanted their arms around me. Their voices in the dark. Their hands reaching for me in the morning.

I had spent so long thinking I was broken. That I was evil.

But maybe I had never been broken at all. Maybe I had simply been missing them.

And now, when I had finally found the two pieces that made me whole—two men who had loved me so fiercely I could no longer believe I was evil—I was going to tear myself away from them.

Forever.

Chapter Forty-Three