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That surprises me more than anything.

There’s no desperation in it this time. No Harvest beneath us. No ancient thing waiting to see what we’ll give it.

Just Ezra.

His tongue brushes mine while his hands travel down my naked back.

Rhett and Malakai begin undressing behind me.

I hear clothes hit the floor.

A buckle.

Rhett muttering something that makes Malakai laugh.

And Ezra smiles against my mouth.

I pull back. “Are you smiling?”

“No.”

“You fucking are.”

“Pay attention.”

“To what?”

Rhett’s hand slides between my thighs.

“That.”

I gasp.

Ezra’s smile deepens.

“You’re all assholes.”

“Yet here you are,” Rhett murmurs against my shoulder.

His fingers move slowly between my thighs while Ezra keeps me facing him.

That’s when I realize what they’re doing.

They aren’t arranging me.

They aren’t placing me where some ritual says I belong.

They’re surrounding me.

Rhett behind me.

Ezra beneath me.

Malakai moving around the couch until he drops beside Ezra, close enough that their thighs touch.

I turn toward him.

Malakai catches my mouth.