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My entire body came alive in a way it never had before. The nest filled with the obscene sounds of them filling me, my wetness gushing, coating Sebastian.

“This ass is perfection,” Cormac groaned. “I’m going to want to fuck it constantly now. Every time you bend over in those tiny sleep shorts, I’ll be thinking about how good it feels to fill this ass.”

My body and mind felt detached, the sensations too much. Too amazing.

“You’re making her feel incredible,” Roman purred from his position watching. “I can sense it.”

In the back of my mind, I wondered if that meant I would also feel the guys’ pleasure. I wasn’t sure what to think about that, since things were already pretty damn intense.

“I want you both to bite me when you come,” I instructed as their pace synchronized.

“Both?” Seb asked, surprised.

“Did I stutter?” I growled.

“No, you didn’t.” He grinned. “As you wish!”

They thrust in together, making me empty then mind-numbingly full.

My orgasms all blended into one, my walls clamping down on their cocks, begging for knots.

Their cocks were getting somehow harder and bigger, a feat I didn’t think was possible.

As their paces reached a frenzy, both their knots started to expand. Seb lodged his firmly inside me, while Cormac kept his just bumping my back entrance. Something I was thankful for because two knots at once may have been a bit too much. The alternating was already making my entire body tremble.

The knots triggered yet another release, and as I hurtled off the edge, Seb leaned forward. Both their lips found spots on opposite sides of my neck and bit down.

Two more presences settled in my chest, and the uncontrollable urge to return the bites rose up. Seb was right in front of me, so lunging forward and sinking my teeth into his shoulder was easy. He cupped my neck, muttering praises as I bit him back.

As I turned to Cormac, he held out his arm in front of me. In my sex-addled state, my aim wasn’t the best. Lurching forward, my teeth sank into his forearm, halfway between his wrist and his elbow, biting down.

I doubted I would ever truly catch my breath again. Or regain use of my legs. My entire body was jelly.

We slumped over into a puddle of panting, sexually blissed-out mess.

My gaze turned to Phillip. He was sitting on the armchair, his elbows resting on his knees, leaning forward, watching us intently, his cock hard.

“You’re next.”

Chapter 43

Phillip

Watching Hazel take two of my pack mates’ cocks had been one hell of a show. After their knots deflated, and she’d had a chance to breathe, I strode over to her. She crawled to the edge of the bed, smiling up at me.

“You need to rest,” I told her softly. She was heavily pregnant and had just bonded with three pack members. Surely that would have exhausted her?

“I’ll rest after you’ve bitten me,” she countered.

I glanced at my pack mates, and they all had dopey smiles on their faces. I was sure they would tell me if they sensed any hesitation or exhaustion from her.

“You really need more, don’t you?” I asked, leaning down to steal a kiss with a growl against her lips. “Present.”

Her eyes widened, and the scent of her arousal flooded the room.

As much as I wanted to draw out the experience, Hazel had already been through three bonds, so our coupling couldn’t last too long.

Luckily, thanks to watching her, I was close to exploding already. Hazel scrambled to turn around, bending over and presenting her pussy to me.

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