LYRA
The film's credits might have rolled.
I couldn't tell. The only sound that mattered was the thunder of my pulse and the low, shared breathing of the two Alphas who had me caught between them like the center of their world. Orion's forehead stayed pressed to mine, golden eyes burning. "Say yes, Lyra." His voice was gravel and smoke. "Not to the bond. We already know that answer. Say yes to this. To us. Right now."
Zeviar's arm tightened around my waist from behind, his palm spread possessively over my stomach beneath the shirt. His lips brushed the sensitive spot just below my ear. "We will be careful with you," he murmured, the words precise even as his control frayed at every edge. "Until you don't want us to be."
I exhaled a shaky breath that sounded like surrender. "Yes."
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