My other men were already naked, and I was feral. Rylan was the closest, and I didn’t wait for him to come to me. I was barely conscious of the movement but for the brief pain in my ankle.

Shoving him back onto the cushions, he laughed, catching me before I collapsed and helping me ease down onto his cock. “God, yes.”

“You gonna ride me, Esme?”

I couldn’t answer him—I could only move. Rolling my hips, I took him all the way down to the place where his length could reach, making stars shine behind my eyes.

My first orgasm still lingered under my skin, new pleasure catching it and spinning up into everything new. I was an addict needing a fix of each of them. It wouldn’t be enough. Not nearly enough until I carried all of them with me.

“Ry,” the word barely made it past my lips.

He was looking up at me and never away. In his eyes I saw everything we didn’t need to say—everything he’d already told me. That I was pack and belonged with him, and he belonged with me.

Pleasure stole my strength, and I collapsed against his chest, following the instincts driving me. He was my Beta. My Beta. The place where his neck met his shoulder smelled the sweetest, and I bit before I could hesitate.

Rylan groaned, climax taking him a second after it took me. He was there in my chest alongside Ben now, and it was no less a miracle to feel him there. The way he looked at the world and saw me, so different, and yet the thread of love was the same.

“I choose you,” I told him, gasping for the air in my lungs. It was what he’d told me that night, that he felt like I’d already chosen them, and I had. “I choose you, Rylan.”

The emotion on his face was clear, echoed in our new bond. I turned, looking at Ben. “Can you feel him?”

He nodded. “An echo.”

My smile was so wide it hurt. Not only would they be able to feel me, but each other. And that was incredible.

I kissed Rylan until neither of us could breathe and both of us were laughing before I slid to the side and off him.

An arm snaked around my middle and pulled me backward. “Come here, sweetheart.” Luke was underneath me, my back to his chest, and Avery was there in front. They were entering me together, and I could no longer see a single thing.

“Oh fuck, I’m never going to get used to this.”

“Better not, baby girl. Cause I like the sight of you squirming on two cocks.”

Luke growled, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. “Get her up.”