Lira I leaned against the balcony railing. Jax’s fingers were inside me, one at first, then two. My slick coated his hand, my thighs trembling as he pressed deeper. I hated how much I wanted this—how my body arched into his touch, how my wolf purred despite the shame clawing my chest. I was letting them use me like some toy for their egos. Where was my spine? I’d had a wolf my whole life, hidden it, lied about it. I wasn’t this weak omega they thought I was.But goddess, they felt good.As if Jax could read my mind, he grinned, and pulled an ice cube from his glass. He pressed it to my clit without warning. I gasped, hips bucking, the chill blending with the heat of his fingers. Then something strange happened. My wolf snarled, not for him. For Kain.The need hit me like a fist, tugging me toward his scent, his leash, his cruelty. I didn’t want Jax’s teasing tonight. I wanted Kain’s chokehold, his filthy cock ramming into me.Still, I rode Jax’s fingers. I loved it. I couldn’t stop.
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