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[ Nate's breath catches at the sight of that siphon hitting the bed. He knows what that means. Anna's opening herself up to feel everything, everything that's between him and Caleb, between himself and her, between Caleb and her. No filters. She's just laid herself bare. ]

Love, are you sure?

[ He says, wary of overwhelming her. He knows it'll be a lot; he knows the way his heart spikes when Caleb touches him, the intensity of the feelings that have been between them for months. That, combined with the strength of Nate's feelings for Anna; the relief at her return, the fear she'll disappear again, the urgency of keeping her close, and the sexual attraction between all of them, it'll be so much.

He looks up at Caleb, meeting his eyes, and he reaches to run his hand down his chest. He draws them both close; Anna had been straddling him already, and he shifts to tug Caleb's hand and move him around behind her. ]

She could take us both, [ He says softly, hazel eyes lifting to meet Caleb's. ]

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[ Caleb finds himself aching, wanting to explore every inch of them, to find out every secret that makes them moan and every spot that can draw a whimper from them.

Sliding his hand along Anna's stomach, leaning between kissing her to nuzzling at Nate's shoulder. Just wanting every touch, every kiss they're willing to share with him, to have him there with them. It's like a new kind of magic all together, wild and crackling over his skin.

Yet he isn't expecting that slight change in mood, glancing between them. Moving as directed, sliding behind Anna and letting his body mold against hers. Sliding his hands over her hip, along her thighs as he meets Nate's gaze over her shoulder. ]

Give her anything and everything she wants.

[ It's a soft vow, kissing her shoulder as he stares at Nate. ]