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I move to the base and drag my tongue up the underside. A groan starts in the back of his throat and grows louder as my tongue gets closer to his head, and when I lick at the pre-cum beading on his tip, he puts his hand on my forehead to hold me in place.

“Fuck, I can’t deny you,” he grunts, and I hold out my tongue so he can rest his cock on it.

He jerks himself furiously, his body heaving, until his eyes clench shut and he lets out a sharp grunt. A thick rope of his cum spurts into my mouth, coating the back of my throat and tongue, followed by several more.

“Holy fuck,” Hendrix gasps when it’s finally over. He squeezes his cock head, drawing out a bit more cum, then smears it against my tongue before pulling away, and closes my mouth for me by my chin. “Now swallow it all.”

I nod eagerly and gulp down the sweet, blueberry taste of him.

He smirks and strokes my chin. “Such a good girl. Do you have any idea how amazing you are?”

“Not half as amazing as you,” I murmur, and Hendrix leans over to kiss me.

As our tongues clash, Jesse softens and slips out of me. As soon as I’m empty, I deflate and melt onto the mattress beneath me. They untie me gently, checking my wrists carefully to make sure there wasn’t too much chafing. Then Hendrix lies down beside me and pulls my head onto his chest, stroking my hair and kissing my forehead while Jesse snuggles up against my back, his still hard cock oozing on my thighs.

“You did so well, wildcard,” he whispers into my ear before he kisses his way down my neck. “You’re full of surprises.”

Easton sinks down on the foot of the bed and takes one of my feet in his hands, then digs his powerful fingers into the sole. It feels incredible, and I moan against Hendrix’s chest. Easton works both of my feet over like this for several minutes while Jesse keeps planting kisses all over my body, and I feel my eyelids getting heavy. I’m exhausted after what we just did, and the tiredness lets a realization in: the need is gone.

When this started, I didn’t think I’d ever get rid of the incessant burning inside me.

It took over everything and made it so that I couldn’t think about anything other than getting all four of these beautiful Alpha cocks inside me. But as I lie here floating in Hendrix’s arms, and Easton continues his way up my legs, gently massaging the already aching muscles, I feel more like myself again.

“I’m so proud of you, princess,” Easton says, and with a beaming smile, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

Chapter 24

Grace

Something smells amazing, like fresh honey butter slathered on freshly baked cornbread, and although I feel like I’m dreaming, it doesn’t change the fact that I want it.

Need it.

I reach for it, whatever it is, trying to pull it closer to me.

My fingers find a body, warm and breathing steadily, and I don’t know what comes over me, but something drives me up off my back and on top of them.

Their body is hard and chiseled beneath me, and I can’t stop myself from grinding against it, bare skin on skin. It’s electric, and the static that crackles in my clit from the friction makes every little hair of peach fuzz on my arms stand up. In this days-long trance I’ve been in, lingering somewhere between being asleep and awake, I rock back and forth against the cock that’s hardening beneath me.

My body moves instinctually, doing exactly what it was made to do.

The need grows with each stroke until my breath catches in my throat and my body seizes. I let out a little gasp as I come, shuddering against the now rock-hard cock under me. My hands claw at the muscled chest they rest on, and a deep laugh drifts through the haze of my orgasm.

“You’re gonna make me come too if you keep doing that,” the voice says. “If you want me to knot you, you’d better slow down before I lose it.”

My eyes snap open at that. I glance down and, though it takes a few moments to register, I see through the darkness that it’s Jesse I’m straddling and grinding against. The other Alphas are sound asleep on the bed around us, so it must be the middle of the night.

I’ve lost all track of time since my heat started. The days have turned into a blur of sex, food, sleep, and dreams—and I’m having a hard time figuring out where one ends and the other begins in my mind. My face flushes at the realization that even in sleep I’m not totally in control of myself anymore. I bite my lip, unsure what to say.

“How are you feeling?” Jesse asks as he drags the tips of his fingers up and down my thigh, making goosebumps spread over my skin. “It’s a lot to go from being a virgin to being in your first heat.”

“I feel good, but…”

He raises an eyebrow at me. “But what?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I want more.” I swallow the shame bubbling in the back of my throat and look away, but Jesse reaches for my chin and turns my gaze back to him.

“There’s nothing wrong with that. You’re beautiful exactly the way you are, wildcard.” He smiles at me as he strokes my chin, and my throat tightens as my face flushes.

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