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My body tightens again at the sight. Ezra’s eyes go dark, and Theo sucks slowly, watching him. Ezra reaches with his other hand and strokes the hard shape beneath Theo’s jeans. Theo groans against his fingers. The sound vibrates through me.

“Oh,” I whisper.

Ezra smiles against my neck. “You like that.”

“Very much.”

Theo’s mouth returns to me before I can say more. Ezra rubs my clit while Theo adds a third finger, stretching me gently. The next climax builds slower, deeper, until I’m rocking between them and begging without caring. When it breaks, I come around Theo’s hand while Ezra bites softly at my shoulder.

It does nothing to satisfy my hunger. I reach for Theo, clinging to his arms. “More.”

“Easy, darlin’, I’ve got you.”

Ezra sucks along my neck, whispering words of assurance while Theo undresses. When his thick cock springs free, I nearly weep. He tries to be patient, rubbing the fat head of his cock through my slick, but I’m too desperate for slow. My nails dig into Theo’s back and I tilt my hips, seeking relief. Even with how slick I am, Theo is big.

I breathe through it, desperately rocking my hips as I earn each inch.

He cups my face and plants soft kisses on my cheek. “Easy, little rabbit. You’re taking me so well. Breathe for me.”

He holds my gaze, and I can see how much his patience is costing him. My breath leaves me in a shuddering gasp, my thighs shake, but my body softens and welcomes him home. When he’s deep and I’m finally full, he presses his forehead against mine.

“Such a beautiful and giving omega. So perfect,” Theo murmurs.

He moves then, and everything becomes a blur of pleasure. Ezra teases my clit while Theo hits the spot inside that makes me see stars. I lose myself to the heat and their bodies until I stop counting orgasms and float on a stream of clouds.

When I become aware of reality again, I’m leaning against Ezra.

“Welcome back, gorgeous,” he says.

“Water,” Theo says from my side.

I laugh weakly. “You can’t be serious.”

He holds out the bottle.

I sigh dramatically but take a drink. It’s cold and clear, and I realize I’m parched.

“Good girl.”

I close my eyes and drift while the men move around me.

By sunset, empty bowls and damp cloths have multiplied around the attic.

Time slips strangely after that. Heat comes in waves that Ezra and Theo ride with me. They take me with their mouths, their hands, their cocks, until we blur into one pack. The room thickens with the scents of peppermint, vanilla, bourbon, leather, and crisp apple. I sleep between them in small patches, Theo’s purr under my cheek. Every time I wake, it’s with need already moving through me.

Ezra refills my water bottle. Theo coaxes broth and toast into me between waves. They change the nest blankets while I sit wrapped in Ezra’s hoodie and complain that heat care is suspiciously similar to being managed by two very attractive camp counselors.

Sometime after dawn, I wake again. Rain still taps the roof. The nest smells entirely like us now.

Theo strokes my back. “You need more?”

“Yes, alpha.” My mouth is already watering.

Ezra’s cock is hard against his stomach, pale and beautiful, fully solid in the gold light.

I reach for him. Theo catches my wrist long enough to kiss my palm, then guides my hand around Ezra’s shaft. His larger hand closes over mine.

Ezra shudders. Theo helps me stroke him once, twice, watching his face. Then he lets go. I lean forward and take Ezra into my mouth.