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Solomon
The tent flap sealed behind Lucian and the four of us existed in a space that had no room for anything except what was about to happen.
Mira on the bedroll, propped against the cushions. Her mismatched eyes moved between the three of us with an awareness that made the bond channels pulse in unison.
Percy beside her, his hand on her waist, thumb tracing circles that had stopped being casual ten minutes ago. Lucian at the entrance, shoulders against the sealed flap, watching her with the particular focus.
Channels feeding into each other. It had been quite a long time since the rejection, amplifying every sensation, every intention, every pulse of need that moved between us.
I stood at the map table. My hands rested on the surface.
Mira’s gaze found me.
“Solomon.” Her voice was soft. “Get over here.”
I crossed the space. Knelt beside the bedroll. My fingers found her jaw, tilting her face toward mine, and the contact sent the bond surging through my veins with a force that made my breath stutter.
She was alive. The babies were alive. The heartbeats beneath her ribs pulsed steady and strong and the woman I’d almost lost was looking at me with an emotion that wasn’t gratitude or relief.
It was hunger.
“Come here,” she said. Not a request.
Lucian moved first. He stepped behind her, his hands sliding up her sides with deliberate slowness, peeling her shirt off. The cool surroundings hit her skin and her nipples tightened, her breasts swollen now with the pregnancy, and the sight of her sent a growl through my chest that I didn’t bother suppressing.
His lips brushed her shoulder, trailing down to the claiming mark, sucking gently on the skin and the cascade through the bond made all four of us groan.
“Easy,” she murmured against his mouth.
“No,” he said. And kissed her harder.
Percy’s hands found her hips from behind. His mouth pressed against her ear. “Missed you, love. Missed this.” His teeth grazed her earlobe making her whimper.
I completed the circuit. My scarred hands found the spaces between Percy’s and Lucian’s, my mouth found the claiming mark at her neck, and the four-channel resonance hit with a force.
“Clothes off,” she said. “All of you. Now.”
I unbuttoned my shirt with measured precision. Percy pulled his over his head and tossed it at the lantern, nearly knocking it off the supply crate. Lucian went last, yanked over his head, wasting no time.
She looked at the three of us and her pulse spiked through the bond.
“Solomon. Sit.”
I settled onto the bedroll. She climbed onto my lap, her back against my chest, and my hands found her hips with a grip that said everything my mouth wouldn’t. The weight of her, the warmth, the curve of her pregnant belly on full display for the other two.
“You almost lost this,” she said, rolling her hips down against me.
“I know.” Two words. They carried everything.
Her arm reached back, fingers threading into my hair, pulling my mouth to her ear. I ran my tongue along the shell of it,sucking on her earlobe, and the shiver that rolled through her body pressed her ass harder against my cock. My teeth grazed the sensitive skin behind her ear and she gripped my hair tighter, her head falling back against my shoulder.
Lucian knelt in front of her, between her spread thighs. His hands gripped her knees, spreading them wider, and his mouth traced a path up her inner knee along the soft skin of her thigh.
“Lucian,” she breathed. “Don’t tease.”
“I don’t tease.” His voice dropped. “I take my time.”
