"That's it." James's voice was wrecked. "That's our girl. Taking both of us so well."
"So full," I gasped. "I'm so full—"
"You're perfect." Neal's hands stroked up my sides. "Absolutely perfect."
They started to move.
Slow at first. Careful. One pushing in while the other pulled out, a rhythm that made me see stars. The pleasure was different like this—deeper, more intense.
"More," I begged. "Faster. Please—"
They gave me faster.
The rhythm turned relentless. Both of them driving into me, filling me over and over, their groans mingling with my screams.
"Come for us." James's voice was strained. "Come on our cocks, Lumi. Show us how good we make you feel."
I shattered.
The orgasm was unlike anything before—a wave that started in my core and radiated outward, touching every bond, every connection, lighting them up like stars. I felt Neal and James come with me, felt their pleasure mingling with mine, felt the bonds strengthening into something permanent.
For a moment, everything was perfect.
Complete.
And then the heat surged again.
"Something's wrong." I gasped as the need clawed back, even stronger than before. "It's still building. It's not—"
Cole's face appeared above me. "You're okay. This is normal."
"It doesn't feel normal." The heat was reaching a fever pitch, a wave building toward a crest it couldn't seem to reach. "It feels like something's missing."
Missing.
The word echoed through me, and suddenly I understood.
I felt him. At the edge of my awareness, a bond stretched tight with need. Stone. Distant. Suffering. His wolf howling against the barrier keeping him from his mate.
He was holding on. Barely.
For me.
"I need Stone," I said.
Cole went pale. "Lumi, he's not stable enough—"
"I need him." The heat roared through me, and I knew with absolute certainty. "The heat won't peak without him. Without all my mates. He's part of me, Cole. The bond won't complete without him."
The men exchanged worried glances.
"If he loses control—" Neal started.
"He won't." I didn't know how I knew, but I did. "Not with me. Not during this." I grabbed Cole's hand. "Please. Get him. Before it's too late."
Cole stared at me. I saw the war in his eyes—the instinct to protect battling against the certainty in my voice.
Finally, he nodded.
