Page 88 of Three of a Kind

I’ll be a decent packmate before they know it.

Brooklyn whimpers, and my gaze snaps up.

Maverick’s hands are massive in comparison to her as he cups her tits and flicks her nipples.

Brooklyn’s hips wiggle, and her head falls to the side.

“You’re playing a dangerous game here, sweetheart,” Maverick growls, teasing his hand down her stomach until he can grab her cunt. “The body wash doesn’t have a hope of hiding the scent of your arousal from me. It’s taunting my instincts.” He chuckles darkly. “How do you feel about fucking a half-feral alpha?”

“I trust you.” The little omega shivers, and I loosen my hold on my cock.

If I don’t, I might paint the shower floor, and I’d much rather let my sweet little omega suck down every drop.

“Why is my nose trying to convince me you’re in heat?” Maverick teases a finger or two inside her, and Brooklyn curls toward him. “Is it because your body knows you need my knot?”

“Oh, God.” Her shoulders tremble like she really enjoys whatever he just did, and it makes her tits bounce with every jolting movement.

I’ve never been a big fan of watching, but I’m starting to see the merits. I’d love to be able to see everything, but this side view is delicious.

My dick jumps, leaking precum, like I can breed her from here.

Fucking impulses.

They almost never make logical sense. She’s already pregnant, but my system is convinced we can breed her all over again.

Maverick continues working her core. “I’ve always wondered what slick felt like. I mean, you get the idea, but it’s so fucking hot. You’re soaked.” His head dips, and Brooklyn pushes up on her tiptoes to meet him.

His forearm of dark tattoos flexes as he works her pussy from the front and cradles her face in his other hand.

I’m entranced by everything, even the little creases that form under her ass as she settles back flat-footed.

“Your alpha is looking a little left out.” Maverick chuckles, winking at me. He spins her to face me and pulls his fingers free of her sex as he helps her hands settle on my shoulders.

Brooklyn grins, batting her thick dark lashes.

She mouths, “Hi,” and my heart races.

“Hey, Mama.” I smirk, leaning forward to brush my lips over hers.

It stings like a fucking bitch, but I would suffer much greater pain to keep her.

And I get to.

She’s all fucking mine.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Brooklyn

Noble kisses me like he’s unconcerned with his busted lip or swollen cheek, but I try to be gentle. The warmth of Maverick curled around my back feels incredible as water ricochets over my skin at random.

The shower mutes some of it, but my nose seems especially sensitive to their pheromones in the air.

I should have paid more attention to what my body needed. Now that I’ve been getting alpha pheromones regularly, I feel better than I have in ages.

Maverick’s dick bumps around my backside as he licks and kisses my shoulder and reaches around to cup my tits.

It’s so hard to focus on any one thing as Noble teases me with tantalizing kisses, but I do notice when Maverick disappears. His hands land on my hips, tugging my ass back as he kicks my feet apart.

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