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My scent is so heavy in the air that it almost makes me want to gag, but their pheromones burst in response. Being able to scent them all only amps up my need.

I rock on my knees, impaling myself deeper down Riser’s length. His knot brushes my opening, but his crown also bumps the bottom of my pussy.

I grind back, trying to make it fit.

Riser pulls out, and I whine. The sound echoes around Kincaid’s length, but there’s no mistaking what I’m asking for.

“Are you sure?” Riser asks, his hands digging into my hips painfully. I nod as much as I can and pull my hand off K’s knot to give him a thumbs-up. “I really hope I’m not about to screw everything up.” He thrusts deep, and his knot pushes inside me. “Fuck me.”

I clench around him, terrified that he’ll try to take it away.

“That’s it. Take what you need.” Malcolm’s warm breath fans over my skin, and a half second later, he rakes his teeth down my shoulder. “You’re soaked, baby doll. All I can smell is your slick little cunt.”

“Shit,” Kincaid groans. “Bad timing…” He gives my hair a tug. “I’m about to bust.” I fight against him, hollowing my cheeks. He finally gets the hint that I want him to come in my mouth. “Fucking hell, Lumen.”

I lose it, moaning around Kincaid’s shaft and clenching around Riser’s knot.

Kincaid swells, and hot cum spurts against my tongue.

I’m so overwhelmed, but I do my best to make it good for him. It’s so much cum that it gets hard to swallow, but who needs air?

I’d much rather lap at his chocolate-and-hazelnut-flavored cum.

I lose the ability to focus as Riser’s knot fully locks into place.

“Check in, sweetheart,” Kincaid says, pulling free of my lips. He runs his fingers over my cheek as he holds my hair back with his other hand. “Let us know how you’re doing…”

“She seems good,” Mal chimes in. “She’s dripping down Ry’s balls and all over my hand.”

“More,” I beg, my eyes falling shut. “I need more.”

I have no idea where the words even come from, but I follow Kincaid’s guidance and check in with my system.

My entire pussy aches, and at first, I’m not sure if I really am okay.

I might have pushed my body past what it’s supposed to handle, but those concerns disappear quickly.

Any pain gives way to pleasure almost immediately as Riser’s knot pushes against some magical place inside me that I didn’t even know existed.

My inner walls spasm, rippling in a foreign way.

It’s strange but also good.

“How about a color?” Kincaid asks.

“The good one,” I say, sounding slurred. “G-Green. I’m green.”

Mal circles my swollen nub, and pleasure courses through my nerve endings almost violently.

It’s nothing like the other orgasms I’ve experienced, but it’s so perfect.

Every tiny movement of Riser’s knot causes euphoria to bloom in my chest.

It doesn’t seem like real life, and a mostly nonsensical string of begging demands spills from my lips.

Chapter Forty-Eight

Riser