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“If that’s what it was—which I’m not saying it was, because usually heat spikes end after an orgasm, not after hours of orgasms—but if it was, she could still go into a real heat at any time.”

As Nils speaks, anxiety climbs my throat. I won’t say I didn’t enjoy what just happened—I definitely did—but I’m not eager to lose control like that again. Especially not here and now.

“Heat spike or not, let’s not look a gift horse in the mouth.” Dante says. He’s framed in light from the bathroom, leaning against the open door. I’m not sure how long he’s been there listening to the conversation. He looks beautiful. All smooth dark skin, glistening wet from the shower, and carved muscle.

Yeah, I’m definitely still horny. I think I’ll always be horny for these men. Heat or no heat. But Dante’s right. It’s a gift that I’m not still in heat and we still have time to make the game. “Let’s go.”

Harrison gets off the bed and heads towards the bathroom. “We’ve got a game to get to. Call Ava to pick us up.”

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It takes over an hour to get everyone showered and smelling normal. Meggie’s the hardest. She reeks of sex and pheromones and delicious apple pie. And every time any of us get too close to her, she perfumes.

Finally, Harrison orders the best group activity ever. Rather than trying to neutralize her scent, we cover it as best we can with our own. First, Nils does some research and gives her a dose of scent blockers four times as strong as she normally takes.

Then, we do something I never thought I’d ever participate in. Bukkake never sounded like a kink I wanted to try just for the sake of bukkake. I mean, if it happens while sharing a woman, then it happens. But when Harrison proposed the idea as a way of covering her scent with ours, a possessive purr rumbled in my chest.

Surrounding Meggie, she licks her lips as we each pump ourselves. The sounds of all six of us are crazy. McQuinn’s little gasps, Dante’s deep groans, Nils’s approving moans. It might be the hottest thing I’ve ever done.

My pack mates are all solid men with ample muscles, unarguably attractive. I mean, I’m not queer. Maybe a bit bi if we’re talking a three-way—can you be situationally bisexual? Sure, there were a few times when I was younger and watched porn with my roommate, and we both jacked off together and it was really fuckin’ sexy, but straight men do that sometimes, right? And yeah, it was gay porn, because I’m an ally. I just like the sounds of moans. I’m not into men.

But this experience, sharing Meggie during her heat and taking care of her needs with some of the best men I know, has been… a whole other level of hotness. I can’t even describe it. Watching my pack is hot because of Meggie. I mean, I’m not into men. I think at my age I’d know if I was attracted to men. Right?

My gaze drifts from our girl kneeling at our feet over to Harrison. The flex of his quads, the curve of his ass, the way he’s licking his lips and staring down at our girl. All of us men, standing beside each other, rock hard, gripping our cocks, the muscles of Harrison’s forearm flexing as he pumps his thick length… I blow out a sharp breath. Fuck, this is hot.

Wait. Am I attracted to men?

“Holy fuck.” The thought escapes me in a groan as I watch Harrison.

“Mmm, yeah.” Meggie’s reply is a purr.

Our sweet omega doesn’t seem to mind the way my gaze wandered, because she’s looking right at me as I tear my focus off Harrison’s body and zero in on her. The way she looks up at me, it’s clear she likes what she caught me doing.

Beside me, Harrison groans. The sound is deep and masculine and sends me right over the edge.

Once we’ve showered her in our scents, we pile in the car, hoping for the best.

McQuinn drives like a madman as Ava gives him directions back to the Olympic Village. She smells like she dumped an entire bottle of scent neutralizers over her head. She probably doesn’t want to absorb the smells she had to deal with when she drove us out to the rental house.

We make it with thirty minutes to spare before the game starts. McQuinn has barely thrown the van into park before we’re all racing out of the car and towards the locker rooms.

“What the hell?” says a voice I loathe. Fucking Daniel.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” His eyes are as wide as tennis balls as he takes in Meggie. His nose crinkles and it’s clear he’s smelling all of us on her. That’s right, motherfucker, she’s ours.

“This is our game,” Ellis says, indignant.

“Why would you think we’re not supposed to be here, Daniel?” Harrison asks with deadly calm. “Did you expect us to be somewhere else?”

Meggie’s eyes go wide. “You did this?!”

Before any of us realize what’s happening, she swings her arm back and punches him straight in the jaw. Her punch doesn’t do much, but fuck, I love this woman.

While she’s still shaking out her hand, Dante steps forward and does what she didn’t manage. He punches Daniel hard enough to send him sprawling on the pavement and rubbing his jaw.

Dante winces and rolls his shoulder, but from the look on his face, the punch was worth it.

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