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against the mattress. Her back arched and rubbed her breasts against the bed. Her torso shook with sobs.
    “What’s wrong with me,” she gasped. “What did you do to me?”
    Kaz shut the door, and both men headed for her.
    “Stay back!” she screeched. “What did you do? Make it stop!”
    “We can’t,” Myan said, daring to sit on the edge of the mattress, but as far from her as he could.
    “Did you drug me?” She turned on her back and ran her hands over her body.
    Myan’s cock throbbed. He wanted to touch her but knew he’d come away with a nub if he tried.
    She whimpered. “It feels like lava running over my skin. It hurts. It…”
    “Feels good, too,” Kaz supplied.
    “I need… Please…” she cried.
    “You need to be touched,” he said, leaning toward her. “You need to be fucked.”
    Myan ran his hand over his arousal, knowing he’d have to wait for Kaz to take her. First born had the choice to be the first to mate. It wouldn’t always be that way, but it was clear that Hanna would accept Kaz.
    “I need to come,” she breathed. Her hand drifted to her pussy. She rubbed herself then cried out in frustration. Her head thrashed on her pillow. “It only makes it worse!”
    Kaz caught her face in his hand and kissed her hard. As if a spell had fallen over her, she calmed. Her arms went around him, and her body turned to wrap around him. She clung to him as he climbed over her. Myan chanced a brush of his fingers across her leg. She kicked out at him, hissing through her teeth. Her foot struck him in the chest.
    “Not yet,” Kaz said, looking over his shoulder at him.
    Hurt but understanding the chain of dominance, he stood and watched as his brother shoved down his pajama pants. His eyes closed at the sight then he turned away. He knew when Kaz entered her. Hanna moaned low in her throat.
    Kaz’s thoughts reached out to him, and Myan tried to push them out. Kaz persisted, sending sensations. Myan felt the wet, tight pressure of her cunt as clearly as if it were closed around his own cock. Reaching out, he grasped the tall poster of the bed. He opened his mind to it, connecting to both Kaz and Hanna. His body sank deep into the waves surging through his body. The feel of her building orgasm…the tightness or arousal in his chest…the heavy need to come in his balls.
    His knuckles turned white. He wouldn’t come. The sensations of nails clawing his back, jerked him from the edge. Turning, he slammed down his mental gate on the connections and watched their bodies contort as they came.
    Hanna was gasping for air as the pair rolled apart. Myan didn’t wait, knowing they’d have to fuck her repeatedly before this version of shifter heat passed.
    “Get on your knees,” he ordered, his voice a dry rasp around his arousal.
     
    Eyes wide, Hanna blinked at Myan. The animalistic determination in his face scared her a little. “I’m sorry I kicked you.”
    She really was. She didn’t even know what had happened to her. It wasn’t as if she didn’t want him. But his touch had seared through her leg. Panic took over.
    “Turn over,” he grated. Her middle clenched, tension beginning to coil again at the purposeful angle of his body. He wouldn’t be refused this time.
    It was the furthest thing from her mind. She rolled to her belly, groaning at the pressure to her pussy.
    “Ass in the air,” Myan growled.
    Swallowing, she complied as excited for him as she had been for Kaz. Myan immediately mounted her—there was no other way to put it. His body covered her, his cock pressing to her cunt. An arm came down beside her head and a knee rose beside her hip. Her eyes went wider at the feel of thick hair on his leg and the increased hair on his arm. Wait! What? A glance over her shoulder showed him still very much human and her heartbeats slowed slightly in relief. His hair had just…lengthened. Even the hair on his head had grown to brush his shoulders in the style she preferred. A look at Kaz,