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“No!” I protest so loudly they all startle. Don’t they understand? Don’t they see I’m theirs? I need to be theirs fully. “Bite me.”

“Shh, it’s okay, honey.” The term of endearment stirs thoughts of sticky sweet lips and limbs. “Remember your promise to me?” Lemonade, drunk with shots of vodka under a hot summer sun. “Remember, you told me I can bite you first?”

I shake my head, whining as I buck my hips. The conversation, too much for me to take in. Why aren’t they fucking me?

“We’re going to bond you, baby girl. But we need you to be patient.”

“Nooo—” My long low whine cuts off when my alpha’s tongue strokes the fire between my legs. “Yes. Yes!”

I gasp and groan as he laps at my center. The scent of all the best moments of summer washes over me. I feel heady with it, dizzy, and shaky, and so hot and sweaty. And still it’s not enough. “More. More!”

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Harrison

Iwant to live right here between her legs, drinking her down. She tastes like heaven. Tart apples and spicy cinnamon, hot and juicy and so fucking delicious. I want to live off of her slick and her slick alone. I never want to leave, but Meggie is begging for my knot. And I can’t refuse her anything she wants.

I kiss a path up her body to her mouth. She protests loudly. But I know what she needs. “Flip her.”

With no effort at all, we manhandle her into a new position. On her hands and knees.

I want to savor her, cherish her, show her all that I’ve held back, but that’s not what she needs right now. She’s been tortured enough. We both have. She needs to be fucked and knotted. She’s a begging, whimpering mess, pleading for a knot like her life depends on it.

“Ass up,” I bark unintentionally.

“Careful,” Dante warns.

For just a moment, fear grips me as tight as Meggie’s pussy squeezed my fingers back in the van.

“We’ve got you,” Ellis reassures.

I’m barely holding on, but his words ease my concerns about losing control. My pack mates have my back. I trust them. I pause for just a moment, letting them know with my gaze how much I appreciate them.

I have the brief thought that this should be uncomfortable. Being in this situation, naked with men I’ve never been attracted to, should be awkward. But it’s not. I don’t feel self-conscious or uneasy. I feel… supported.

A whine, and all my attention returns to Meggie. She’s impossible to resist like this, presenting for her alpha like the good little omega she is, her face pressed to the bedding, her ass lifted so perfectly in the air. She wiggles, whimpers, whines. So wet, slick dripping down her thighs.

I position myself at her entrance and curse as she stretches for me, squeezing me so fucking tight. I watch in amazement as she takes me. One long thrust, and I groan, seated all the way to the base. Her muscles flutter around me, already contracting in a way that makes my head spin.

The edges of my vision are white with need. Lust tightens my balls. My skin prickles. I have just enough awareness to know I’m seconds away from going into a rut, something I never imagined being an issue for me before, but I never imagined anything feeling as perfect as this.

For the first time in my life, I let go of control and let my alpha instincts take over.

I grab my omega’s hips and thrust hard and fast. Mine.

I pound her into the mattress. Mine.

My knot slams against her entrance over and over, swelling larger and larger.

The sounds she makes are obscene and drive me into a frenzy. My vision blurs, lost to everything but Meggie. Letting myself go, I fuck her hard and fast, like a feral beast. I fuck her right across the bed until she’s hanging off. I’m vaguely aware of Dante holding her up by the shoulders and pushing her back into me. I grab her from him, banding my arms around her waist, holding her against me as I keep up my pace.

Mine. I tug her nipples.

Mine. I rub her clit.

Mine. I press on her lower stomach and feel my cock pushing back with each thrust. Gonna fill her so full. Fuck her. Breed her. Claim her.

She curses and shakes, fluttering, squeezing, coming so hard she sucks me right up into her. My knot pushes past any resistance, and I flood her. She locks me. But I’m not done. Nowhere near done.

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