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Delilah lay in the large bed, wrapped in soft white sheets. Her body ached in ways she couldn’t describe. The heat was over now, but what remained was the pain, deep, throbbing, and all over. Her muscles trembled even when she tried to sit up. She had never gone through something so intense in her life. Her body had been shared, loved, and claimed by two powerful men, King Maxwell and Alpha Farrell. They were both strong, passionate, and dominant. And yet, they had both shown her a softer side afterwards, something she never expected. Maxwell sat by her side, brushing her hair away from her face. Farrell stood near the window, preparing a tray of food with fruits, warm soup, and herbal tea. There was no servant around. The two men insisted on doing everything for her themselves. “You need to eat,” Farrell said softly, placing the tray gently in front of her. Delilah gave him a tired smile. “I’ll try.” Maxwell helped her sit up while Farrell carefully fed her a spoonful of warm b
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Delilah woke up between warm bodies. Her skin, still flushed and tingling, her heat hadn't subsided, if anything, it had grown stronger, spreading like fire beneath her skin. Her body ached with needs, and hunger, not for food, but for the two males who made love to her all through the night. She turned her head to the right, and found Alpha Farrell, still asleep, his arm still wrapped around her waist, protectively. To her right, King Maxwell was already awake, watching her with eyes filled with lust and something deeper…adoration. “Good morning,” his voice, husky and low. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “Or should I say good heat?” Delilah let out a laugh, but it was soon replaced by a moan as another heat wave pulsed through her. Her thighs clenched, involuntarily. Maxwell's eyes darkened at the sound, and Farrell stirred beside her. “You're still burning,” Farrell murmured, sleepily, brushing his hand over her belly. “She needs us again, Max.” Maxwell positioned
