My jaw locks, my pulse pounding, my muscles tensing so tight I feel like I might snap.

“You can be a part of it…” He squeezes her, like he’s making sure I see exactly how easily he can take control. “Or you can fuck off.”

My stomach twists, heat flashing through me, a mix of anger and something else I don’t want to fucking acknowledge. I want her. So fucking badly.

My body is still on fire from being inside her, my cock hardening at the thought of taking her again, of feeling her wrap around me, of hearing her moan my name, of making her mine all over again.

He knows it, he can see it in my hesitation, but instead of answering him, I look at her. At Haven. At the girl I just spent the last hour worshiping, claiming, losing and finding myself inside. At the girl who’s watching me with wide eyes, her breath uneven, her body still trembling between us. I force myself to ask “What do you want, Haven?”

Haven’s breath is ragged, her body still trembling between us, her fingers twitching like she doesn’t know how to say it.

She swallows hard, her lips parting, voice soft, uneven, hesitant… but honest. “I… I want both.”

My heart slams against my ribs, my stomach twisting, my muscles locking up so tight I can barely fucking breathe. I just want to please her. I want to be the one to make her moan, to make her fall apart, to make her tremble, to make her fucking wrecked. If that means sharing, if it means letting Tate have his moment too? Making sure she’s ruined by both of us? Then fuck it, I’ll do it. I take a sharp breath, exhaling slow, dragging a hand through my hair before leveling my gaze at Tate, my voice low, firm, filled with quiet acceptance and just enough warning. “Fine.”

His head tilts slightly, like he wasn’t ready for me to give in so easily.

I square my shoulders, my voice dropping lower. “But keep your fucking mask on.”

Tate’s smile is audible when he exhales a slow, amused breath, tilting his head just slightly in my direction. “Gladly.”

Without another word, he steps around the couch, positioning himself on the same side as me and Haven, making this something I actually agreed to. Fuck, what the hell did I just agree to? I try to ignore him. I try to not look at him, not acknowledge his presence, not think about the fact that he’s about to be inside the same girl I just filled up.

I focus on Haven instead. Her expression, her trembling thighs, the way her lips are parted, swollen, still shining from what she did to Tate.