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“Hold me.”

I do. Nothing more. Sloane moves against my body while Dante circles her with two careful fingers and Rhys rolls her nipples between his thumbs. Pleasure rises across her face. Only Sloane choosing three men and allowing us to adore her. She lowers herself over my chest until her mouth reaches mine.

“Callum.”

“Yes.”

“You don’t own me.”

“I know.”

“Say it.”

“I don’t own you.”

She rocks harder against me.

“I chose you.”

My hands tighten on her hips.

“I know.”

“Rhys.”

His mouth moves toward her ear.

“Yes?”

“I choose you.”

His control cracks within his eyes.

“Dante.”

He kisses her shoulder.

“Right here, angel.”

“I choose you.”

Dante closes his eyes. Sloane moves faster. Her body begins to tremble. All three of us remain focused on her. Rhys praising. Dante touching. Me holding her through every movement she chooses. Her orgasm arrives softly at first.A broken breath. A tightening of her thighs. Then pleasure rolls through her, and Sloane cries our names while her body shudders against mine.

I pull her down and kiss her through it. Rhys strokes her back. Dante gentles his fingers. When the final tremor passes, Sloane collapses across my chest. No one moves to claim more. Nothing is expected. The ribbon around my wrist rests against the curve of her spine. She touches it.

“You took the final ribbon.”

“I gave it back.”

“To yourself?”

“To the woman who tied it around my wrist.”

Sloane smiles against my skin. Outside, the black sky begins to soften. Not sunrise yet. But close. Rhys sees it through the broken stained glass.

“We need to leave soon.”

My arms tighten around Sloane. She feels it.