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I was trapped, wrists bound behind me while a pretty, glittering key swung from a necklace. It was accompanied only by the pale locks of her hair, resting between her breasts.

Heat rose in my chest, cooled by her every touch.

I was desperate for her.

Her palms pressed to my stomach, drifting up, and it washed away the next wave of that heat.

She was what I needed.

Still, the imbalance buzzed, the warmth not dissipating entirely.

It would go away, I just needed—I leaned forward, wrists jamming against the cuffs as I deepened our kiss and caught her lip with my teeth. She breathed a moan, driving her tongue into my mouth.

I was a parched man and she was the goddess that would drown me.

Bliss rose at every touch and for a moment, as she held me, I was whole. The discomfort was gone.

It was almost perfect…

Almost.

Until I saw movement.

My heart rate picked up, a growl rising in my throat.

“Sin,” Crescent whispered, trying to cup my chin as I watched the movement behind her. “They’re ours. I need them and you need them.”

I couldn’t look away from him—the shadow of an alpha approaching her.

Vandle?

I tried to shake the instincts gripping me, but it was impossible. My aura flared, and he halted, glancing between me and her. I tried to shove it down, but it was impossible.

I jolted against the cuffs, knowing I could snap through them, a growl in my chest.

She was mine.

My omega.

My heat.

But the metal caught, holding me in place. I frowned, heart suddenly pounding.

What?

My aura flared again, more strength surging through my system. More strength than anyone should have.

But the metal held.

I was trapped.

Vandle had stopped, those mismatched eyes holding mine intently. Cautious, but not deferent. I growled again, but this time I noticed her touch. She was still right there, over me, golden irises glittering. Her pussy still tightened over my length, though she’d stopped her languid grinding.

“I need them,” she repeated herself in a whisper. “Weneed them?—”

I cut her off with another growl.

I couldn’t do this—she didn’t understand.