Hammer simply needed their love. No matter how difficult it was to shut out her fear and grief and put him first, Raine vowed to do it.

“Anything you need. I belong to you two.” Under him, she spread her knees wider, inviting him deeper into her.

“Raine…” He choked.

As her heart shredded, she gripped Liam’s hand, silently begging him for strength. He hovered beside her, a gentle command in his eyes. She would surrender. She would set Macen at ease. Then he scooted closer to lay an affirming kiss on her lips. “I’m here.”

As she nodded gratefully, Hammer dropped his head and kissed the bare pad of her pussy as if he’d never touched anything more fragile and treasured. As if he never wanted to leave.

The reverent gesture both humbled and undid her.

For years, he’d been the master of his domain, able to bend life to his will. He’d been her everything. Everyone else had left her. Not Macen. He’d been steadfast. He’d protected her against all odds. He’d earned her trust, even as he denied himself the love she’d ached to give him—love he’d needed so badly—while he waited for her to mature and bloom.

Now that they shared something so special and real, he couldn’t be leaving her.

Liam caressed her cheek, offering more of his strength. Her insides twisted again. Her Irishman had always shown her such tenderness and patience. He’d listened, offering either exquisite understanding or punishment—whichever she needed—at precisely the right time. Like now.

Both men loved her, even when the personal cost had been deep and harsh and almost impossible.

How could she pack a lifetime of love into this small sliver of time? How could she do anything less than surrender her everything to them?