He wasn't fucking me. He was tuning me.
He found a rhythm that was mathematically precise, a steady, driving metronome beat that bypassed my brain and wired itself directly into my nervous system. It wasn't the chaotic storm of Alfie using me to ground himself; this was Euan taking the wheel and driving the car.
"Kit," I whimpered, tossing my head back. "He’s too... he’s too deep."
"You can take it," Kit growled in my ear, one hand leaving my hip to slide up my stomach, pressing flat over my diaphragm. "Breathe into my hand. Four counts. Expand the lungs."
"Can't," I choked.
"Do it," Kit ordered. "Euan needs the room. Give him space."
I inhaled, expanding against Kit’s palm, and Euan took advantage of the shift to drive harder, his hips snapping with a force that rattled my teeth.
"That’s it," Euan murmured, his face hovering inches from mine. He wasn't kissing me. He was watching my pupils dilate, reading my biodata in real-time. "Saturation increasing. You are responding to the pressure."
"I'm burning," I sobbed. The synesthesia was painting the room in lines of cool, electric blue that shattered into gold sparks every time he hit that spot.
"I have you," Euan promised. He shifted his grip, one hand sliding under my lower back to tilt my hips, changing the angle by a fraction of a degree. "Optimizing trajectory."
The new angle was lethal. It hit a nerve bundle I didn't verify existed until this moment. A scream tore out of my throat, raw and high.
"Loud," Alfie whispered from beside me. He dragged himself up, pressing his face into the side of my neck, licking the sweat that beaded there. "Make some noise, fox. Let us hear the signal."
I was surrounded. Kit’s earth-and-molasses stability holding me down, Alfie’s burnt-sugar chaos licking my skin, and Euan’s sesame-and-tea precision driving me out of my mind.
"Euan, please," I begged. "I’m close. I’m hitting the red."
"Not yet," Euan commanded. He broke his rhythm, stuttering the thrusts, teasing the edge of the climax without letting me cross it. "Hold. We build pressure. We fill the buffer."
"I can't hold it!"
"You will wait for the cue," he said, his voice dropping into a guttural growl that sounded nothing like the polite technician who brought me tea. "Look at me, Zia."
I forced my eyes open. He was sweating, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, his face a mask of strained control. He looked terrifying. He looked like salvation.
"You are the fader," he whispered, driving deep and grinding his hips in a slow circle. "I am the hand. We move together."
My hips bucked involuntarily, trying to force the finish. He clamped his hands on my waist, pinning me down, holding me in the sweet spot.
"Wait," he hissed. "Wait... wait..."
He picked up the pace, the metronome doubling time.Thump-thump-thump-thump.The friction was unbearable. The heat in the room spiked, my scent flooding the air so thickly I could taste the grapefruit zest on my tongue.
"Now," Euan roared. "Release!"
He slammed into me, bottoming out, and the command shattered the last of my control.
The orgasm ripped through me like a blown speaker. It wasn't a wave; it was a sheer wall of white noise and blinding gold light. I convulsed, my entire body clamping down around him, milking him, trying to pull him deeper than physics allowed.
"Yes," Euan groaned, the word cracking. "Yes. Perfect output."
He didn't pull out. He didn't slow down. As I came, shaking apart in Kit’s arms, Euan drove into the spasms, his own control finally snapping.
"Locking," he gasped, his head dropping to my chest, his hips stuttering as he fought for traction. "Zia... I’m locking. I can’t stop."
I felt it happen. The second acceleration. The swell.
Alfie had been a chaotic expansion, a desperate need to keep me. Euan was different. His knot swelled with a terrifying, efficient speed. It felt like a bolt sliding into a deadbolt, a mechanical seal engaging.
