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He bucks into me before freezing, buried to the hilt inside my ass. He clutches my hips while he comes, his cock spurting and swelling deep inside me more times than I can count. It’s so thick now that it locks us together, stretching me even more. I gasp at the sensation, and Jesse smirks up at me.

“You ready for the other one?”

“Fuck yes,” I breathe, barely able to speak. It’s hard to move with Easton locked inside me, so Jesse holds me in place and thrusts upward into me, his cock sliding against my g-spot and Easton’s knot. Little stars and spots pop in my vision, and Easton kisses the back of my neck, sending a shiver racing down my spine.

“It’s all for you, wildcard,” Jesse says through gritted teeth, then throws his head back against the mattress as he hits his climax.

He grunts and groans with his eyes squeezed shut as he drives into me, filling me up until his knot swells and makes it difficult to move. I can feel his cock twitching inside me as jets of hot cum spurt from him, and after several long moments, his eyes open slowly as he beams at me.

“How does that feel?” he asks, his voice low.

“Incredible,” I whisper through the sweet ache that’s already prickling in every muscle of my body. But it’s nothing compared to the fullness, the tingle brought on by their knots in both of my holes.

“Good. That’s how it’s supposed to be,” Easton says, still kissing my neck like he can’t get enough.

“Looks like there are a couple more who want a turn,” Jesse says, smirking, and I follow his gaze. Cade and Hendrix are awake, lying on either side of us and watching the scene with ravenous looks in their eyes, like a pair of jackals in the dark. “Assuming you’re up for a replay of what we just did.”

The need still swirling inside me flares at the thought, and I nod through a shiver. “Hell yes. But I need a breather first.”

“Of course,” Jesse says, stroking both of my arms affectionately.

“We only want what’s best for you, princess,” Easton agrees. His knot is already deflating, so he slowly and carefully pulls out of me. I’m still so sensitive and full of Jesse that it drags a moan out of my mouth. He lies down to my right, and Jesse maneuvers us so that I’m lying between him and Easton without pulling out.

Easton rests his head in the crook of my neck, tenderly kissing and nuzzling me, while Jesse rubs a strong, calloused hand up and down one of my thighs. “You did so well. I can’t wait to see you try it again with Cade and Hendrix.”

A shudder ripples through me because I realize I can’t either. But my eyelids are growing heavier and heavier, so I let them flutter closed, losing myself in the comfort of Easton’s kisses and Jesse’s strokes.

As sleep pulls me under, a warm smile spreads across my face. I’m so grateful and happy I’ve had these four Alphas here with me for this. I couldn’t imagine going through my first heat with anyone else.

Chapter 25

Easton

I swim out of sleep easily, my body aching pleasantly.

I think we’re nearing the end of Grace’s heat. She’s sleeping for longer now and her body doesn’t feel as warm, her need not as intense. Thank god. Well, not really, I loved her being in heat. I just also worried about her. I can’t even imagine the need she was feeling, and I get a rush of gratefulness that I was able to take care of her in some way, make it better.

I can hear light snoring, which means the others are asleep. I stretch, then open my eyes and prop myself up on my elbow.

Yup, the other three are definitely asleep. They’re worn out for sure. I look over at Grace.

She’s curled up against my side in the middle of us, her thick blonde waves flowing out behind her. She looks so peaceful like this. I love her when she’s being a firecracker, but I also love her when she’s still and content, like right now. She’s so beautiful. A sleeping beauty, like a princess in a fairy tale.

When we were kids, the adults around us would always impress on us the importance of being careful about things like Omega heats. Heats change a person, they would say. They made it seem like if you helped an Omega through their heat you’d be in love with them forever, no take backsies.

Of course as an adult, I realized that life is a lot more complicated than that. This isn’t a literal fairy tale where true love’s kiss breaks curses and you clap eyes on someone and instantly are devoted to them forever.

But I do think that maybe there was some truth to what was told to us. Or maybe I was always doomed to go this route. Being intimate with Grace now, helping her through her heat… I can’t deny what I feel for her anymore.

I’ve always cared about her. Always thought she was beautiful. I think you’d have to be blind not to see how beautiful Grace is, and a moron to not see how wonderful she is. But something’s definitely shifted. Now that I’ve touched her like this, kissed her like this… no, I can’t deny it anymore. I know how I feel. I know what I want.

It’s her.

Grace stirs, murmuring something in her sleep. She reaches out, forehead puckering as she searches for something.

She finds my arm and tugs at it, and I let her pull me in closer. I wrap my arms around her and kiss gently all over her face, helping her to wake up a little before I kiss her sweet lips.

“You need it again, princess?” I murmur softly, stroking her back, her thighs. “Let me know.”

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