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It’s a goddamn revelation.

“I want to fuck you, baby girl,” Jaxon says. “Think you can take me again?”

Faith tilts her head back until she finds Jaxon’s lips. She threads a hand through his hair. Then, just when I think my own cock is about to explode, she pushes her hips back, thrusting onto him.

Jaxon groans loudly. He curls himself into her, so deep that his forehead nearly meets mine.

We lock eyes over Faith’s hot, sweet body, our hearts thudding.

More together, more a pack, than we’ve ever been.

Chapter Forty-Two

Faith

Already, Jaxon and Micah feel familiar, like they’re made to be inside of me.

“You can do it,” Jaxon grunts, rolling into me, “give me another.”

I’ve already given you three, I want to whine.

Micah practically spurs him on—rubbing my clit in neat, eager circles. I gasp as that familiar pleasure wells up inside of me, coming with a choked gasp.

Micah smashes his lips against mine like he’s trying to capture my pleasure. Jaxon wraps his arms around me, moaning loud enough for the three of us.

He fills me up twice before Micah gets a turn—holding my face in his hands as he pushes into me, like he can’t bear to break eye contact. Behind me, Jaxon’s big, warm hands grasp my waist, squeezing so hard I wonder what he’s really asking for.

I look at Jaxon over my shoulder, my glare sharp with warning.

If you’re going to spank me, I’ll spank you back—harder.

I don’t know how much he understands, but he grins, those amethyst eyes sparkling.

“Trust me?” he purrs.

My omega answers for me—not even giving me a chance to think. I nod dreamily.

Smiling, Jaxon hooks two fingers in my mouth, urging me to suck. I oblige, swirling my tongue until he groans.

He pulls out with a pop. Then, as Micah distracts me with his steady, reassuring thrusts, I feel it.

Jaxon’s fingers, still wet, sliding into my ass.

My stomach lurches—turned on, terrified, both? For all the secret nighttime escapades Fang and I got away with, we never even entertained the possibility of anal sex. Never needed to.

But now I have two alphas taking care of me. Two alphas who love me … and make me feel good.

And who, remarkably, I trust enough to return the favour.

“Breathe, angel,” Micah whispers. “Hold onto me.”

“I’ll go slow,” Jaxon promises, his cock already hard again. “Nothing you don’t like, baby girl. I promise.”

I shudder as Micah slips back inside my walls, his chest flush against mine. He lays still, waiting until I relax, before nodding at Jaxon over my head.

Slowly, Jaxon slips both fingers in deeper, stretching me out.

My mind goes white. I clamp down on him—on both of them—with a silent cry.

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