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My thumb finds her rosette, the tight muscle tensing slightly under my touch. I rub in slow, deliberate circles, feeling her relax bit by bit. Gracie’s keening cry fills the room as her orgasm overtakes her, her body trembling with the force of it. Lorcan, sensing her climax, thrusts up one last time, burying himself deep within her.

I watch, entranced by the rhythmic pulsing of his cock inside her, and the way her body responds, milking him with each contraction. The intimacy of their connection is almost overwhelming. My cock twitches, watching every movement.

With Gracie still lost in the throes of her orgasm, I press my thumb gently against her back door, feeling the muscle give way. The heat of her body envelops me, and I push in slowly, savoring the sensation.

As she slowly descends, I can see Lorcan move again. I shift into position, my breath catching in anticipation. With a swift, practiced motion, I coat my length, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine. Then I press into her, feeling the warmth and resistance of her body.

“Stay still, Gracie. Lor, slow shallow thrusts would help,” I instruct, my voice rough with desire.

“Got ya,” he replies, his words punctuated by Gracie’s light giggle, a sweet, breathy sound that only heightens the moment.

Every inch feels like heaven as her body engulfs mine. The sensation is overwhelming, her tightness making it feel like my cock is being gripped in a vise, each millimeter a blend of pleasure and exquisite pressure. I finally sink to the hilt, and my heart stutters in my chest, pounding with a mix of exhilaration and sheer, unrestrained lust.

The room is filled with the soft sounds of our bodies moving together, the low hum of our shared breath, and the electric connection between us. Gracie’s skin is hot and slick under my touch, every part of her responding to us, and it’s almost too much, a symphony of sensation that threatens to sweep me away.

Using the bond, Lor and I wordlessly set a rhythm that has Grace writhing between us. The heat of our connection pulses through me, a silent, powerful language only we understand. I marvel at how Lor is still hard, a testament to his stamina and our relentless desire. I can barely keep up with Gracie, usually surrendering after a single round. Omegas like me are built to be taken, not to give.

The coppery scent of blood fills the air, sharp and metallic, as Grace sinks her teeth into Lorcan. The primal act sends a shiver down my spine, and I feel Lor’s climax like a ripple through our bond. His cock pulses on the other side of the thin membrane that separates us, an intimate reminder of our shared space.

I grit my teeth, trying to focus, to maintain the rhythm despite the overwhelming sensations. Each pulse, each tremor of Lorcan’s body, reverberates through me, threatening to pull me under. The raw, visceral connection between us blurs the lines of where I end and he begins.

I lose focus and cry out as my orgasm sweeps through me, an intense wave that leaves me trembling. The urge to curl forward and wrap around Grace is overwhelming, but I hesitate, unsure if Lorcan would be comfortable with such intimacy.

Carefully, I pull out and head to grab several washcloths, the cool air hitting my skin as I move. “Lor, stretch your right hand out. I have a washcloth for you.” My voice is steady, but there’s an underlying tenderness in it, a softness I reserve for these quiet moments.

He smiles, a relaxed, easy grin, and extends his hand. “Thanks, man.” I place the hot towel in his hand, feeling the warmth and steam rising between us. I turn to Grace, my heart swelling with affection.

“Here you go, Gracie,” I say softly, handing her a warm cloth. The heat of the towel contrasts with the lingering coolness on our skin, creating a soothing sensation that anchors us in this shared intimacy.

“Just drop it on the floor when you’re done. I’ll get it later,” I offer, cleaning myself up. The familiar routine brings a sense of calm, grounding me in the moment. I pass around a few towels to dry off, the soft fabric absorbing the remnants of our shared closeness.

When everyone is done, I gather up the towels and washcloths, their damp weight a reminder of the day’s end. As I return to the bedroom, I see Grace nestled in the middle of the bed, her body curled protectively around Lorcan, making him the little spoon.

“That can’t be comfortable,” I whisper. “Grace, roll this way. Let Lorcan hold you, then you can hold me.”

They shuffle and adjust, moving with the gentle rustling of sheets. As they settle into the new positions, Grace turns to me, her face lighting up with a contented smile. “This is definitely better,” she murmurs, then extends her arms toward me. “Bedtime, Barrett.”

Carefully, I crawl into bed, the mattress dipping slightly under my weight. I roll onto my side as Grace pulls me back towards her, her embrace warm and secure. She presses a gentle kiss to my cheek, her breath soft and soothing against my skin, and wraps me tightly in her arms.

“Good night, guys. I love you,” Grace whispers, her voice tender and filled with love, before she lets out a sleepy yawn.

“Love you too, Gracie,” I respond softly, feeling the warmth of her body seep into mine. Lorcan’s sleepy voice echoes my sentiment, telling Grace he loves her as well. My eyelids grow heavy, the warmth and comfort enveloping me, pulling me steadily towards sleep. As I drift off, surrounded by the love of my family, I feel a deep sense of peace.

A gentle knock stirs me from my slumber. Grace’s arm drapes limply over my ribs, so I lift it gently and slip out of bed. Glancing back, I see Lorcan and Grace snuggled tightly together. The moment I left the bed, Grace must have turned and curled into Lorcan.

I open the door to find Griffin standing there. “Everything is ready to go when you two are,” he says softly. Griff pulls me into a hug, and I squeeze him back, feeling the warmth and familiarity of his embrace. It’s been ages since we’ve been apart for more than a day. Rising onto my tiptoes, I kiss him softly on the lips. He’s my alpha, and I love him deeply. Saying goodbye to him isn’t unbearable, but knowing I have to say goodbye to Ethan is going to be much harder.

Shaking my head, I force a smile, pulling away to return to the room and wake the others. The goodbye I dread most is Conrad’s. I love him more than my next breath. Grace is my mate, and I love her too, but with Conrad, it’s different. If I could spend the rest of my life with him, I’d be the happiest man alive.

Grace’s tears are already flowing as Lorcan and I try to soothe her. Her sobs are gut-wrenching, and the pain in her eyes slices through me. It isn’t until Ethan walks into the room that she unleashes a wail so full of anguish it feels like a blade driven through my chest. Her misery over our departure sends a physical pain through the bond we share. My heart aches as if being squeezed in a vice.

Today is the worst day ever.

Chapter 31

Conrad

-No Angels- Stellar-

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