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“Then use your mouth faster,” I say.

He lifts his head, blue eyes bright. “Bossy little scientist.”

I push at his shoulder until he shifts lower. “Responsive beta.”

Theo’s purr rolls through the mattress.

Ezra kisses my stomach, then lower, open-mouthed and warm over the place where Theo’s shirt bunches at my hips. Theo’s fingers slide between my thighs at the same time, two careful strokes that make my knees fall open.

I gasp.

Ezra looks up. “Good?”

“Don’t you dare stop for compliments.”

Theo huffs a laugh against my shoulder.

Ezra’s mouth finds me, and every clever thought in my head gives up. Theo’s fingers work with him, slow where Ezra is hungry, steady where Ezra teases. Their hands brush. Ezra catches Theo’s wrist and kisses his knuckles without lifting his mouth far from me.

Theo goes still for half a second. Then his other hand slips into Ezra’s hair.

That sight almost undoes me more than what they’re doing to my body.

Ezra’s fingers reach for Theo, finding the front of his jeans. Theo groans low, hips pressing into Ezra’s touch. I slide one hand into Ezra’s hair and the other back to Theo’s neck, holding both of them close because I can.

Ezra’s tongue. Theo’s fingers. His mouth against my shoulder. Ezra’s hand reaches sideways to stroke Theo through denim while he goes down on me as if it’s his mission to deliver pleasure.

My orgasm comes quick, bright and shaking. I bite Theo’s forearm to keep from getting too loud, and his purr breaks rough.

“Pepper,” he says.

Ezra lifts his head with a wicked little smile. “Pretty.”

“You,” I manage, pointing at him. “Come here.”

He crawls up my body, and I kiss the taste of myself from his mouth. Theo reaches around me and opens Ezra’s jeans with one hand. Ezra makes a sound that goes straight through me.

“Teamwork,” I whisper.

Theo’s smile presses against my cheek. “Yes, ma’am.”

I wrap my hand around Ezra while Theo’s hand joins mine. Ezra turns his head and kisses Theo beside me, messy and grateful, his fingers curling in Theo’s shirt. Their mouths move together while our hands stroke Ezra, and the room fills with our scents until I feel claimed without a bite.

Ezra comes with his forehead pressed to Theo’s, shaking between us, one hand clamped around my hip. Theo follows when Ezra reaches for him, quick and rough, his face buried against Ezra’s neck while I kiss his jaw.

After we collapse on the bed, nobody moves.

Then Ezra sighs. “I’m a thief who regrets nothing.”

Theo shakes his head. “Give her the notebook and let her get dressed.”

I groan.

Ezra kisses my shoulder. “He’s right. Haunted library time.”

I flop back against the pillow. “I miss five minutes ago when everyone supported my naked lifestyle.”

Theo stands, fixes his jeans, and looks down at me with heat still in his eyes. “I support it after town.”