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    “Makenna, are you just going to focus on yourself and leave us out?” yton’s voice pierced through the fog of my mind.


    Dazed with pleasure, I turned my head slowly, catching the flicker of frustration on both yton’s and Bryan’s faces. To keep things even—and avoid a potential sh—I reached for yton’s waistband, unzipped it to free him, and drew him into my mouth.


    yton sighed in contentment, his head tipping back as he inhaled deeply. My tongue swirled around him, sliding along his shaft, savoring the subtle shivers that pulsed against my lips.


    Bryan didn’t sit idle. His mouth and fingers worked in tandem—ched onto my breast, sucking greedily, while the other pinched and tugged. His free hand roamed my curves, settling firmly on my hips.


    Pleasure overwhelmed me. My mouth tended to yton, and my body yielded to Dominic’s relentless pace, every sensation driving me toward madness.


    “Makenna, what about me?” Bryan’s husky whisper brushed my ear.


    In an instant, he took hold of himself, pressing against me from behind. With a single, determined thrust, he entered, his rhythm building steadily.


    “Ah… ah…” My strength dissolved, leaving me limp and moaning helplessly. The dual assault pushed me over the edge, my body clenching in a fierce, shuddering release.


    After what seemed like forever, yton groaned, holding me steady as he spilled into my mouth. His warmth overflowed, trickling past my lips. Simultaneously, Bryan and Dominic reached their peaks, their releases flooding my lower and rear entrances before dripping onto the floor as they withdrew.


    Exhausted, I shut my eyes, only to feel myself lifted and carried upstairs, where the cycle of passion began anew…


    Makenna’s POV:


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    After our intimate moment, I stirred from sleep, my mind clouded and disoriented, in one of the secluded chambers of the tavern. Struggling to clear my thoughts, I forced my eyelids open and surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings. It took several moments for the events of the prior hours to piece themselves together in my memory.


    Gazing out the window at the dimming sky, I noticed the day slipping away, realizing that much time had passed. Jett and the others were surely growing restless, perhaps even harboring suspicions about my dy.


    Suddenly, I jolted upright, scrambling to dress. My fingers fumbled in haste, nearly mismatching the buttons on my shirt.


    yton, lying next to me, watched my frantic efforts. He extended an arm, drawing me close, and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. His voice was warm and low as he murmured, “Can’t you linger just a bit longer?”


    Undeterred, I continued dressing, replying without meeting his gaze, “No, I’ve got to hurry back. Maia and the others are expecting me.”


    By then, I had managed to get dressed fully. I ran my fingers through my tangled hair to tame it, then fixed yton with a serious look and urged, “Please dig deep into Evelyn’s past. Something tells me there’s more to this than meets the eye.”


    With a reluctant nod, yton brushed a tender kiss across my forehead before releasing me.


    Without further dy, I turned on my heel and hurried out of the room, rushing to exit the tavern.


    Back at the Pierce estate, Maia called for me the moment I arrived. Stepping into the living room, I saw Dayton, Maia, and Jett waiting.


    Maia rushed forward, clutching my hand with a shaky whisper. “What did the princes decide? Are they going to punish Alden?”


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