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I lifted a shaking hand, placing it on the back of his head. “Take what you want.”

His hips jerked as he lost his rhythm. He lifted himself onto one hand and peered down at me. “Are you serious?”

“It’s me and Rae now.” I stared into his amber eyes, willing him to see the bigger picture. “No one else. No more transactions.”

If he wanted me, I’d give him everything he needed and be everything he needed, but I wouldn’t share him with anyone else but Rae.

If he belonged to me, I’d get everything. If he couldn’t accept that… I pushed the intrusive thought away. I didn’t want to entertain the idea that he’d reject me now.

His eyes flashed with heat. Snarling, he dropped his head and sank his fangs into my throat, making me cry out in both pain and pleasure.

I bucked up against him, but his body held mine down as I bowed against him, pushing our cocks together with delicious friction.

Cyn’s groans vibrated against my skin as he fed.

Our relationship would make the bite pleasurable for me, but with the magic of the tether connecting our group with Rae, the pleasure was amplified. It was heightened not only by trust but also through the Nyrith connection, even though we weren’t mates.

He lifted his head and stared down at me. My blood ran over his chin, dripping onto my chest and pooling near my collarbone. He grasped both of our cocks in one hand and stroked us slowly, holding my gaze.

I ran my fingers across my collarbone and lifted them to his mouth.

“Only you. Only her. No one else,” he rasped before drawing my fingers into his mouth and licking them clean.

He shifted until he sat between my legs, spreading his thighs enough to push mine apart. Grabbing the bottle, he popped the top and coated his fingers with the liquid.

My mouth parted when he brought his hand down between my legs, brushing his fingers across the puckered skin. His other hand drifted over my thigh in a gentle caress before returning to my cock and stroking again.

“I can’t believe this is real,” he said, circling his fingers around my hole, making it clench.

His finger breached me, and he squeezed my cock, giving it a couple of firm strokes as he pushed past the first tight ring of muscle and held still. When I didn’t show any signs of protest, he worked the digit deeper, making me wince.

His brows lifted. “Too much?”

“Just tender.”

“Should I stop?” His mouth parted when my muscles squeezed around his finger, his gaze dropping between my legs.

I almost laughed at how stupefied he looked. Seeing him vulnerable and curious made my heart race.

I squirmed a little. “I’m ready for more.”

“You’ve only had one finger?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak as he started thrusting his index finger in and out of my body in a rhythm that made me want to beg for something more.

“Let me know if this is too much.”

Seeing the brief flicker of hesitation on his face didn’t scare me. Neither of us knew what we were doing.

He withdrew his finger to the tip before working in a second alongside it. I gasped at the sting of the added size.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He froze again.

I laughed then. “Stop worrying.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“More lube.”