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“Don’t stop,” she said. “Please don’t stop.”

I kissed her face, her cheek, her jaw, and the corner of her mouth. “We won’t.”

Lincoln kissed the side of her neck. “Come on Hudson’s cock, and then I want to drive his cum back inside you and knot you.”

“Oh my God.” Mary shattered between us. Her body clenching around me so hard I nearly followed at once. I held back by force, jaw tight, hands shaking on her hips.

No knot for me tonight. Out of heat, my body didn’t demand it, and some small, foolish part of me missed the anchor of it even as I finished, shuddering, with nothing holding us together but choice.

She sagged forward.

I rolled carefully, taking her with me so she lay on her side, still joined to me, Lincoln curved behind her. No pressure on her stomach, no weight where it shouldn’t be. Lincoln’s hand stayed low over her belly, warm and steady.

Mary blinked at me, dazed. “That was...”

“Adequate?” I asked.

Her laugh came out breathless. “Don’t steal my reviews.”

Lincoln kissed her shoulder. “Lift your leg.”

“Hudson is still inside me.”

“How would you like us together?” he asked.

She looked at me. “Two cocks inside me. I don’t think I’m big enough down there.”

Lincoln pulled her ear lobe into his mouth. “Just the tip tonight.”

Her scent bloomed and Mary’s eyes darkened again, but this time she didn’t seem ashamed of it. “Just the tip,” she repeated.

Chapter 19

Mary

It had been three days since I invited them into my room and made a choice that still made my thighs wet. But fuck, I had two dicks inside me. Well, one wasn’t full inside me, and the other was losing its hardness, but still, I had two freaking cocks inside me and I wanted to do it again.

They wanted to feed me.

I was wearing Lincoln’s hoodie over my pajamas while Hudson placed a mug of ginger tea in front of me at the kitchen island.

“I didn’t ask for tea,” I said.

“You looked pale.”

“That isn’t a beverage request.”

“No,” Hudson said, unbothered. “It was an observation that led to one.”

Lincoln slid a plate toward me from the other side. Toast, sliced banana, a little dish of butter, and something that looked suspiciously like the prenatal vitamin I’d been avoiding because it smelled faintly metallic.

I looked at the plate. Then at him. “Subtle.”

Lincoln leaned his hip against the counter. He was barefoot, wearing gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt. “I thought so.”

“The vitamin is sitting on a napkin like a hostage with a ransom note.”

“Take it and I’ll release the toast.”