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“Knot?” Hazel panted.

I hummed. “I think I can do that.”

My hands moved from her hips to her chest, gently pulling the neckline of her dress down so her tits sprang free.

“No bra, Duchess?” Roman asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“I outgrew my bras. I need to get new ones.”

She wasn’t going to last long. I could tell by how her pussy was fluttering around my cock. I gently tugged on her nipples, and a ragged groan escaped her as she thrust her chest forward into my hands while I nipped her neck. “Are you about to come in front of Roman and Phillip like a good girl, all spread out and desperate on my cock? Look at them, they’re loving the show.”

Both my pack mates were clearly hard as rock, and Phillip was rubbing his erection through the fabric of his sweatpants.

“Look how flushed she is,” Roman said. “She’s going to come soon.”

“She is,” I agreed.

“Twist her nipples,” Phillip instructed. Doing as I was told, I was rewarded when Hazel let out a small scream of pleasure, the pace of her hips becoming downright frantic.

“Do you want me to knot you?” I asked, nipping at her earlobe.

“Please! I need your knot. Knot me, alpha,” she begged.

She bounced a few more times as my knot expanded, setting off her own release. Holding her on my cock, I bit down on her neck, but not hard enough to break the skin, as my knot rapidly expanded.

My mind short-circuited, my legs trembling with the intensity of my orgasm. My gums physically hurt with the desire to bite Hazel properly, to rut her, to claim her as my own as I pumped my cum deep inside her.

I was never letting this omega go.

Her moans turned into unintelligible babbles as she slowly came down from what felt like a never-ending high.

We both sank back, breathless and sweaty.

I fucking loved the feeling of having her locked on me.

As I gently ran my hand through Hazel’s hair, she purred happily, the vibration rattling through my chest, relaxing my muscles and making my bones feel like liquid. Both my pack mates turned to look at me with wide eyes.

Of all of us she could have chosen to purr for, she’d chosen me.

Call it a reward for knotting her so damn good.

The opening credits to the next episode none of us were watching were just finishing as Roman turned to us and smiled. “She’s dead to the world already.”

Glancing down, I discovered that Hazel’s eyes were closed, her breathing even as she snored lightly into my chest, her face squished against my pec. “Passed right out.”

Roman laughed. “She’s going to be pissed she missed dessert.”

“We’ll save it for her, and she can have it later,” I said.

“Are you going to wake her?” Roman asked, raising his eyebrows.

“After the show… I’m happy where we are right now.”

Chapter 17

Roman

My decision to skip practice to play video games wasn’t a smart one, but I was happy that I’d done it when I saw the call from Hazel popping up on my phone screen. I would much rather spend an hour talking to her on the phone than skate laps on the ice.

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