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Elias moves the wand right over my piercing, and a short, broken cry of Elias's name escapes me.

“Christ, Sugar,” Jace grinds out through clenched teeth. “If you do that again, I swear I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” Elias’s tone is light, almost bored. “That ring isn’t coming off until we say so. You don’t get to cum. You just get to feel her.”

Jace lets out an involuntary whine as his cock twitches and swells, but the ring holds him back. I can feel him straining inside me, desperate and denied.

“Fuck,” I whisper, grinding down harder. The vibrations against my piercing send shockwaves through my core, and I feel myself clenching around him involuntarily.

“Feel how eager he is?” Nate murmurs against my shoulder. “Don’t disappoint him.”

The wand clicks up another setting. Elias watches my face intently. “Let’s see how many times you can come before sunrise.”

Time blurs into a single, searing sensation. My skin is a slick map of sweat, my throat raw from cries I can no longer form. The number of times they’ve unraveled me is lost to the hum of the wand still pressed against me.

Beneath me, Jace is exquisite ruin; chest heaving, dark hair matted to his brow, eyes black with want. Each movement of my body is a perfect agony as he feels the strain of holding back.

“Look at them,” Elias says, voice thick with dark amusement. “Both so greedy. So perfect.”

Nate makes a sound of approval as his palms slide possessively up my stomach before he cups my breast and teases the brown buds.

Jace’s fingers bite into my hips as he looks up at Elias. “Please, Sir. I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.”

“But you’re doing so well, Love.” Elias leans down and bites Jace’s lower lip, not gently. “So patient. So well-trained.”

Nate’s lips brush my shoulder blade. “Maybe we should grant them this small mercy.” His hand slides up to cup my jaw. “You've learned your lesson, haven’t you, beautiful.”

Then he pinches one of my stiff peaks and I come with a shattered cry, clenching around Jace so hard he shouts my name.

Above us, Nate and Elias share a look—silent, lethal agreement. “Release him,” Nate says.

The click of the ring is soft but final and Jace erupts beneath me.

In one fluid motion, he flips us, driving into me with a guttural groan that vibrates through my bones. His mouth crashes against mine—all teeth and heat and ragged breath.

“Sloane—” he rasps against my lips, plunging deeper, harder, more claiming. “Fuck, you feel good.”

I feel the exact moment he loses control; his rhythm fractures, his body locking above me as he spills deep inside with my name ragged on his lips. He collapses against me, shuddering, his sweat dripping onto my skin as we both struggle for air.

Through the haze, Nate’s voice comes cool and clear. “Greedy brats. Look at the mess you made.”

twenty-three

Terms of Attachment

Jace is still sprawled across me when I wake, his cheek resting against my stomach like he claimed the spot sometime during the night and never bothered to move.

One of his arms is draped over my hips, loose in sleep, and his curls are a complete mess beneath my fingers. I comb through them slowly, careful not to wake him, though the truth is I’m not in any hurry for this moment to end.

Last night still feels unreal.

And now this.

Quiet. Soft. His breathing against my skin, like waking up tangled together, is the most natural thing in the world.

The smell of coffee and bacon drifts in from the kitchen, and my stomach chooses that exact moment to growl loud enough to ruin everything.

Jace’s lips curve against my stomach before his eyes even open. “Mornin’, Sugar.”