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I’m unsure how they’re even forming words at this point. All I can focus on is how hard Noble feels in my hand and the way Maverick’s cock stretches me to the point where I can’t tell if that’s pain or pleasure.

Noble shoves himself up, using his feet as leverage. “I’m gonna come all over these pretty tits.” His tip bounces between my breasts as they sway.

My core locks down on Maverick’s cock, and incoherent begging spills from my lips.

“You really want me to make you mine?” Maverick growls, slamming his knot inside me as I convulse.

I nod shakily and try to form words, but it mostly comes out a moan.

There are too many things happening simultaneously.

Noble’s hot cum splatters all over my chest.

His scent floods my senses.

My body shakes as euphoria pulses through my system. It’s so distracting that it takes several seconds to process the pain in my shoulder.

I gasp as Maverick clicks in place in the bond. If there was an opportunity to deny my side of the link, then I missed it.

Not that I would have.

Maverick growls, lapping at the top of my shoulder as his cock kicks. He grinds in lazy thrusts that make his knot drag against my inner walls.

The fog smacks into me like I’m an omega in heat, and it gets hard to process that this is real life. Everything is hazy and dreamlike as bliss like I’ve never experienced floods my consciousness.

I’m still strangely smug.

I claimed my last alpha. I’m pretty freaking sure our pack is complete.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Gunner

Entertaining a toddler, an old woman, and two concerned mercenaries is not an easy feat. Maverick would be much better suited for this job. Women love him. Haze and I are severely outnumbered by the opposite sex.

Bless and Stacia stay near the island in the kitchen, talking in hushed tones. Stacia’s grandmother, Beatrice, is a lovely but extremely chatty woman.

I am not chatty ever.

She makes friendly conversation until she falls asleep in the chair nearest to the dining room. I’d be mildly concerned, since she’s supposed to be watching Libby, but I get the feeling Bless only called her over to help Brooklyn feel better about focusing on Noble as he heals.

Watching the kid is a team effort, and even Nova and Haze are doing their parts. Although, admittedly, Nova is more smitten by Libby than Haze is.

The only time he got involved was when Libby declared she wanted to explore the second floor. Haze cut her off and corralled her back to the living room without me even needing to stand up. Which was nice, considering spillover from the bond has had my dick perpetually hard.

It’s making me surlier than normal.

I feel it the exact moment Maverick joins the bond.

It’s not a bad thing.

I’m genuinely happy for them.

It’ll also save Maverick from trying to do something exceptionally stupid, like trade himself to Avan in some altruistic attempt to stop the hell Barrett will want to rain down on us.

It’s clear when the threesome ends because I can finally focus on something outside of stomping down the hall to join in.

Bless hasn’t invited me to participate in her conversation, either, so I let myself believe they aren’t talking about the clusterfuck from last night.

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