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None of us move.

We stay where we are. Eli is still inside me. Me still inside Dakota. Cruz’s hand is still in her hair. The chain holding.

Eli pulls out first. His hand stays on my hip. I pull out of Dakota with the same care. Cruz steps back, sits down hard on the edge of the bed, scrubs a hand over his face.

I collapse onto my stomach.

Eli lowers himself beside me, on his back, eyes on the ceiling. His chest is rising and falling fast. His hands are shaking.

Dakota crawls across the bed and curls into Eli’s side, her hand splayed flat on his chest. He covers it with his own without looking. Cruz drops onto my other side, his palm finding the small of my back, resting there. Warm. Heavy. An anchor.

Brady hasn’t moved. He’s still in his clothes with his cock poking out of his jeans. I let my mind drift through what just happened.

Eli topping me felt different than anyone before him. The dominance wasn’t a costume. It was the framework of everything he is. Coach. Daddy. The man who keeps people alive in cages and now, this.

Being inside Dakota while being filled by Eli. I don’t have a frame of reference for that yet. Giving and receiving in the same heartbeat was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.

And Cruz. Watching his face while Dakota pushed him off the ledge, that was priceless.

And Brady.

I turn my head on the sheets to look at him.

He’s still sitting there, hands flexing and unflexing on his thighs. Leg bouncing. The same bouncing leg I see in the cage two minutes before a fighter explodes.

I look at Eli. He’s still staring at the ceiling, but his eyes keep flicking to me. To the place his body just was. Then away. Then back.

I know that look too.

He’s just answered one question definitively. Can he be dominant with a man? Yes. Did it feel like himself? Yes. Was it good? The expression on his face says it all.

But he’s already wondering about the other side now. Already curious about surrender. About being on his back for someone.

I don’t push it. He’ll find his way there when he’s ready.

Dakota’s the one who breaks the silence.

“Everyone okay?”

“Sweetheart.” Cruz’s voice is rough. “I have been changed at a molecular level.”

She laughs, soft. Eli huffs a breath that’s almost a laugh too.

“Dante?” she asks.

“Good.”

“Eli?” she confirms.

He swallows. Doesn’t open his eyes. “I can’t,” His voice catches. He tries again. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

“In a good way or a bad way?”

“Good.” He opens his eyes and his face is wet too. He doesn’t seem to notice. “In a good way. I feel different. Fundamentally.”

“Welcome.” Cruz’s voice is gentle. “That’s the door, Coach. You just walked through it.”

Cruz, irrepressible, tries to break the spell: “Trains. Trains are my new favorite mode of transit.”