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Theo stops. “Breathe with me.”
His chest rises against my back. I follow.
Ezra kisses my mouth and strokes my clit slowly. Theo moves once more, deeper, then holds. The knot wedges fully inside and locks. The fullness is enormous. For one suspended second, I panic.
Theo’s arms tighten around me, steady and reassuring. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
Ezra presses close in front of me. “So am I.”
Theo’s knot pulses inside me, and pleasure begins to outweigh fear. My body clamps around him, and I come so hard my vision flashes white. Ezra keeps touching me through it. Theo praises me against my neck.
“That’s my good omega. That’s it. Take me. You’re doing so well.”
The knot swells again. Another climax rolls through me before the first has finished. I sob into Ezra’s shoulder, overwhelmed by fullness, scent, and the way both men hold me as if I’m precious rather than fragile.
Theo’s hand finds Ezra’s. Their fingers lock over my waist. Theo comes deep inside me, his knot holding every pulse. Ezra shudders at the bond response and presses his forehead to mine.
For a long time, we remain joined. The fullness settles into a delicious warmth and my mind goes quiet.
Theo gives me water through the bottle straw. Ezra wipes my face with a cool cloth. I drift between purring and sleep while Theo keeps whispering praise whenever the pressure shifts.
When the knot finally begins to ease, I realize I’m crying. “I don’t want this to be only heat.”
Theo’s purr changes. Ezra’s thumb brushes beneath my eye.
“I want mornings with grits. Your art. The water bottle. Being carried when I ask and walking when I want. I want both of you still choosing each other. I want to be expected home by my pack.”
Theo presses his mouth to my shoulder. “Then we court you.”
Ezra smiles, but there’s no joke in it. “Properly.”
The knot releases slowly.
Afterward, they clean me, change the blankets, feed me broth, massage the ache from my hips, and settle me between them.
The heat has blurred three days into sleep, pleasure, water, food, and hands that never leave me alone for long. When I wake between them again, I know this is exactly where I want to be.
Chapter 11
Ezra Heron
On the second morning after Pepper’s heat breaks, Theo packs enough food for a flood evacuation.
Pepper sits at the kitchen table next to her cooler, Darwin. She’s in soft shorts, orange socks, and one of my hoodies, watching Theo fill a canvas bag with water, electrolyte packets, fruit, boiled eggs, cheese, crackers, a first aid kit, sunscreen, insect repellent, and a folded rain poncho.
“We’re taking the canoe for an hour,” she says.
Theo adds a second extra bottle of water.
Pepper looks at me. “Is he always like this?”
“Yes.”
“The excessiveness is charming.”
Theo closes the bag. “You nearly fell asleep standing yesterday.”
“I was recovering.”
