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“Our bromance just leveled up,” Jasper groans. “She’s so tight. Fuck me. There you go. Just a little more.”

The way they coach and talk her through taking their knots is endearing, and apparently too much for our girl and she screams as she comes again. The wetness allows Jasper to stretch her cunt wider as he roars, and I stroke my cock as I watch them.

There’s something erotic about watching her be shared, and her pheromones are so thick in this room, I groan as I feel myself about to come.

“Open wide, Cere. I have what you need, baby,” I grunt as she opens her mouth obediently. This omega has never been submissive in her entire life, and the simple act makes me go off like a rocket.

Ropes of cum cover her tongue, chin, and breasts just as Gabriel comes into the room breathing hard as he looks around. He’s wearing his fighting shorts and nothing else.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers.

Yes, that’s exactly what’s happening, baby boy.

It takes three more orgasms, and Gabriel fucking Cerenity’s throat as I fucked his ass per her pleas before she passed out in Tommy’s arms.

I never thought her first heat would be like this with us, but I’m so glad we fucking made it back in time.

JASPER

Augustine was right. The only thing that would help her heat level out for even a little so she could rest was orgasms and cum. Gabriel and he changed the sheets, so we could lay down on the mattress with her.

Tommy was able to slip out of her after knotting her for over an hour, but my knot is only slightly softening now.

“What the hell happened?” I whisper, not wanting to disturb her as Tommy pulls on shorts and starts to pick things up with them. He pulled out of the rut once she passed out, though I could tell it was hard to pull back.

Maybe cleaning up could wait until later, but I don’t want Cerenity to have a lucid moment and see the mess when she likes things a certain way.

“She waited too long,” Tommy rasps, glancing at the sleeping omega. There was anger in his eyes when we walked in on them earlier and panic, but now there’s only sadness.

“Cerenity knew we had the fight and the opening of the club, and she thought she could hold out. She was shaking and close to shock when I got to her.”

“Motherfucker,” Augustine grunts, and I smirk at his words, though not the situation. “She’s been doing this a long time alone, but she didn’t think about the fact that a heat alone after meeting her scent matches wouldn’t be possible. It’s burning hotter than a normal one. I’m never here for them, but…”

“Did you notice that the entire building is fucking?” Tommy growls. “She threw this floor into a rut. We have to move immediately after this. Cerenity isn’t safe here for her heats. All it takes is one dickhead alpha to think he can roll up on her after this and?—”

“I’ll snap his neck,” I growl. “Fuck, yes we have to move.”

Gabriel snorts as he tosses everything he can pick up, putting the trash away in the closet for her to look at later. At least now, the room is cleaner.

“Biology has an interesting sense of humor to choose you growly assholes as her scent matches,” he murmurs, laying back on the bed. “She may have fucked up and waited too long, but she’s okay. Our girl managed to text Tommy so he could get here.”

“So you’re saying we shouldn’t be pissed off about this,” I mutter, rubbing my face against her shoulder. She’s burning hot, and will continue to be for the next few days. I’m equal parts scared and honored to even be here right now.

“I was pissed off, but I don’t think it was at her,” Tommy grumbles. “It was more about the situation, because it was terrifying to see her like that. She couldn’t see, her eyelashes were almost glued to her cheeks from her tears, and she couldn’t smell me. I was this scary alpha.”

“Fuck,” Augustine sighs as he sits next to Cerenity, brushing her hair out of her face. “I can’t imagine what that would have been like. Is that why you used your alpha bark?”

Tommy winces as he nods. “She needed my knot, but I needed to make sure she knew who I was first,” he says, pain in his voice. “I washed her face, made sure she blew her nose, and then forced her to relax. Bluebell was just so tense, her muscles were locked up, including her pussy.”

“At least she’s resting now,” I murmur just as she whines. Fuck, you’ve got to be kidding.

Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, Augustine’s eyes are wild as he comes back.

“Cere,” he says as her eyes open. “You need to drink water.”

“Can’t I drink cum instead?” she purrs, reaching behind her to squeeze my thigh.

I just slipped my knot out of her pussy even though my cock is still hard and warm inside of her. Maybe that’s what woke her up?

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