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“You should probably do whatever you want to do.” His eyes never left mine, an invitation without pressure.

Whatever I wanted? What a dangerous concept. Because what I wanted made absolutely no sense. I wanted to stay right where I was. I wanted to feel the solid strength of Don beside me. I wanted to lean down and press my mouth against Blitz’s smiling lips and discover if he tasted like the cinnamon he smelled like.

I wanted all of it, and the force of that want terrified me.

Especially after kissing Pierce and Vix the night before.

Blitz’s hand left my waist to trace a line up my arm, across my shoulder, to cup my cheek. “What do you want?”

I turned slightly, my gaze meeting Don’s. His eyes were intense, pupils wide with the same hunger I saw in Blitz’s. That look made something burn in my core.

Why them?

Blitz’s question, along with mine, swirled in my mind, but faded beneath the louder demand of my body. I felt pulled toward them like gravity, like they were essential to my existence in a way I couldn’t comprehend.

I leaned forward, closing the distance between Blitz’s mouth and mine.

The moment our lips connected, a surge of heat rushed through me. Not a burning flush of embarrassment, but a deep warmth that seemed to spread from my center outward, melting the icy ball ofsomethingthat had been building for days.

Blitz made a sound between a groan and a sigh against my mouth. His lips were soft but insistent, moving against mine with a hunger that matched the thrumming need pulsing through my veins.

One of his hands tangled at the base of my bun, angling my head to deepen the kiss. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, and I opened for him without hesitation, needing more.

Don’s hand stroked down my back, following the curve of my spine. His touch ignited trails of pleasure along my skin, even through my shirt. He shifted closer, his breath warm against my neck.

“That’s it.” Don’s lips brushed the sensitive skin right below my ear. “Take what you need from him.”

My hips moved, grinding down against Blitz in search of relief from the pressure.

Blitz broke the kiss with a groan. “Fuck, Neve.”

Embarrassment would’ve made sense. So would pulling away and pretending it never happened. But I didn’t. I rolled my hips again, watching his eyes flutter closed at the sensation.

Don’s teeth scraped gently against the junction where my neck met my shoulder, and I arched into the contact. “You’re not ours yet, but you will be.” He turned my face toward him, and his mouth claimed mine with a hunger that stole my breath.

His kiss was deep and all-consuming. His tongue swept into my mouth with confident possession, tasting methoroughly. I moaned against his lips, my body caught between the two men in a way that felt inevitable.

Blitz’s hands settled on my hips, guiding my movements as I continued to roll against him. “That’s it,” he breathed against my collarbone as Don released my mouth. “Show us how good it feels.”

Part of me expected to feel mortified grinding desperately against a man I barely knew while another watched hungrily. Instead, I felt powerful. Wanted.

Don’s mouth traveled down my neck, leaving a trail of fire wherever his lips touched. His hand splayed across my lower back, pressing me more firmly against Blitz.

Blitz shifted beneath me, adjusting his hips by the tiniest fraction, causing his cock to press against my clit through our clothes in just the right way.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, my fingers digging into Blitz’s shoulders.

The coiling tension snapped. Pleasure hit me in overwhelming waves, spreading outward from where Blitz pressed against me. My thighs trembled, my back arched, and I couldn’t stop the desperate sounds escaping my throat.

Don’s mouth captured mine again, swallowing my cries as I shuddered through my release. Blitz’s hands tightened on my hips, holding me against him as I rode out the aftershocks.

When the intensity finally ebbed, I collapsed forward, my forehead dropping to rest against Blitz’s shoulder. Reality slowly filtered back through the haze of pleasure.

What the hell had I just done?

Chapter 11

Reindeer Erectile Dysfunction