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Grady says, “Give it just a second. That omega biology will convert it to pure pleasure. Breathe, baby. No panicking. I’m right here.” He works her clit as her legs shake, and she finally nods.

“More,” she sobs.

Kane barely pulls out and thrusts back in. The pressure is so severe, it’s almost painful. Luckily, the more Grady works Annika’s clit, the slicker she gets.

Kane practices with several gentle strokes; it feels impossible that he’s managed to fit inside her cunt right alongside me.

Annika begs like an omega lost to the fog. “Yeah, it’s like an entire dick-length knot. Holy fuck, that feels good. Harder!”

“Really?” Kane asks. “Ouch. Jesus Christ, woman. You just drew blood.”

“We’ve got more than two princesses.” Grady chuckles, kissing her cheek. “Once you get acclimated, how do you feel about me fucking your throat?”

“Okay,” she groans.

“Fuck, no,” I growl. “Not in this position. I’m already trapped under both of them.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m…” Annika wails.

Kane curses, and with her pussy rippling around both of us, I don’t have a hope of holding back as she comes. I’m clearly the most useless factor in this equation because all I can do is wrap an arm around her waist from under her and growl as my cock jolts.

The combination of feeling everyone else’s pleasure in the bond, along with her perfume in the air makes the fog hit full force. It’s the last logical thought I have as Kane fucks Annika on my cock.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Annika

I’m lost to the fog for several long days. I have some vague memories of begging, pleading, and demanding, but outside of that, it’s mostly one big blur. I wake up feeling sticky and well used. My muscles ache in that delicious way they always do after rough sex.

Trying to sit up is a process because I’m glued to Grady’s chest.

“You’re awake.” I push up on my knees and gasp as his mostly soft cock perks up inside of me at the movement.

“Yup.” He chuckles, palming the back of my head. “I think you upgraded to snoring like a lumberjack or maybe a chainsaw.”

I laugh, running my fingers over his pierced nipples. “I love you. How many days has it been?”

He hums. “I’m not positive, but I think we’re coming up on five nights. Well, it’s about four in the afternoon, so tonight will be the fifth night. Any cramps?”

“Not yet.” I absently rub my stomach as Grady massages my lower back. “I guess this just means the waves are coming to an end but aren’t completely done yet.”

“Sounds about right.” He grins. “Want to grab a quick shower and maybe some calories while you’re clear?”

“Yeah,” I agree, bending to peck a kiss on his lips. “Before I forget, I just wanted to say thank you for not killing me when the Andrettis forced you into that contract. It must have been crazy. You completely walked away from your old life when we didn’t even know each other.” I give him another quick kiss. “Just thank you. That’s all.”

“Aww, baby. I’ve told you before. You were mine before you even knew I existed. If you didn’t accept Grady, then I would have murdered this persona and kept trying.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “You don’t think I would have noticed the sparrow tattoos?” I pinch his nipple piercing playfully, making his cock jump.

“There’s always laser removal,” he jokes, tossing his legs off the edge of the mattress. “Now, let’s get cleaned up. I’m fucking starving.”

By the time Grady and I dress and make it downstairs, Cas, Ward, and Kane are all in the kitchen.

“Would you like a grilled ham and cheese?” Kane asks from his place in front of the stove. “I know they used to be your favorite.”

“Sure,” I say as Grady sets me down on the kitchen island.

“Is the heat over?” Cas asks, grabbing a bottle of juice out of the fridge and bringing it over to the counter. “Would you like some?”

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