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SkyeHome. The estate closes around me the moment we cross the threshold—the specific warmth of it, the scent of it, the particular quality of a place that has become yours without you noticing the exact moment it happened.I'm home. And there’s no denying my heat is here. Fully, completely, with the vengeance of biology that’s waited eleven months and is not interested in waiting any longer. My wolf is awake and certain and has decided she’s been patient long enough.Nicolai carries me straight to the bedroom and closes the door behind us. And it finally sinks in. “Us” means both of them. Here. With me.For the first time since this whole impossible year began, nobody is tiptoeing around the truth of what we are. Nobody is being careful. No one is performing patience or restraint or the careful choreography of three people who care about each other trying not to break anything.It's just us.Nicolai speaks first, setting me carefully on my feet but not allowing much space between us.

SkyeI can’t remember my own name.Jaxon is licking broad strokes through my slit, his hot tongue stopping to tease my clit with no rhyme or reason. All while Nicolai lifts my hips, slamming me down on his monstrous cock relentlessly. And I can’t think of anything beyond the pure ecstasy of this moment. The orgasm building in my core threatens to tear me apart with every mind-melting slide of Nico’s rock-hard shaft along my sensitive walls, every pass of Jax’s tongue over my swollen nub. But every time I’m about to crest the wave, Jaxon pulls back. And Nico holds me still, buried to the hilt with the head of his cock grinding into my cervix.“Please, please, please…” I trail off into a sob, tears streaking my cheeks.But Jaxon just massages circles on my thighs with his thumbs while Nico shushes me. “Shh. You’re okay." He murmurs. “Hold on just a bit longer for us, moonbeam. You’ve been through a lot and we’ve got days of this to go. We’re going to make sure you’re so tired you can r

Nicolai Skye is sleeping fitfully in my arms, signaling another wave is building and she’ll be awake and needy soon. Jaxon went to run her a bath, I can hear him rifling through cabinets, looking for her favorite products. But for now, the room is quiet and I’m alone with my thoughts. Maybe it’s because she’s in heat. Or maybe the circumstances don’t matter at all. Either way, sharing Skye is easier than I thought it would be. Watching her fall apart is my favorite pastime. As it turns out, I don’t have to be the one making her shatter to enjoy the show. But watching Jaxon mark her as his is another matter entirely. I chose this. That's the thing that’s keeping me anchored. The thing I keep returning to when the heat strips everything else away and what's left is raw and demanding and not interested in my personal thoughts on this arrangement.I chose her before the bond told me to. I'm choosing this now, I remind myself. Including the part where another man's mark sits on my mate'

NicolaiLater. Much later, after we’ve all taken a much needed nap, Skye shifts restlessly between us.Her scent isn’t quite as strong, so I don’t think it’s another wave of heat. I run my fingers through her dark hair, hoping to soothe her back to sleep, but she’s already awake."Nicolai." She whispers, trying not to wake Jaxon."Mm." I hum softly in responseShe turns slightly, looking at me. It’s dark but I can see a slight frown on her face. "Are you okay?" Her voice is hoarse from the last few days but I hear the concern in her tone. I consider her question for a minute, searching my feelings for the truth, knowing she wants more than the reflexive “fine” it would be easier to give right now."Yes," I say finally. Simple but honest. "Don't just—" "I'm not." I rush to reassure her, pulling her closer and dropping gentle kisses on her eyes, nose, cheeks. "I'm genuinely okay. Ask me something harder."She's quiet for a moment."Are you glad?" she asks eventually. “About how everyth

JaxonI push past my thoughts on sharing Skye with Nicolai, content with the conclusion they brought me to. But there’s one other consideration that’s keeping me awake. I don't have a pack.I've been turning this idea over since long before I spoke the plan into being and I'm turning it over now, in the dark, with the honesty that darkness allows. I'm not an Alpha in the conventional sense anymore. An Alpha by birth, sure. My Alpha wolf will always be a part of me. But I’m no longer a pack Alpha. Consort Alpha is something else—something that carries weight but different weight than leading a pack of my own. Some mornings this sits in my chest as a loss. This is not one of those mornings. Instead, I’m choosing to focus on what I have.I have the world’s most perfect son, Benji, down the hall with Rena, probably missing Mama and Dada and Ni, but blissfully unaware of the ordeal his mother suffered and everything that followed. I get to raise him to be a better man than me, and never mi