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The stretch is unreal, and I lose all my breath.

“That’s…” Rush rumbles. “You’re fucking everything.”

My moan slips out against his pec as I practice bouncing on his swollen cock.

Yeah, this feels pretty freaking life-changing to me too, but I can’t seem to force actual words to form.

Chapter Twenty

Thorne

Luckily, I get to the store when I do. They have a sign letting everyone know they’ll be closing soon and won’t reopen until after the storm passes.

I make it back to the house and unload all the groceries before putting away the things that need refrigeration. Once that’s done, I stomp upstairs to the pack bedroom, like I have the right.

It’s a long walk down the hallway while being able to hear the sex sounds. Making my way into the nest is even worse, but it’s clear my ears weren’t deceiving me.

I was trying to be decent by offering to handle the food while Rush stayed with Lennox, but I’m still an alpha, and my instincts are torn. Half of me wants to stomp up the steps, rip Lennox off Rush’s lap, and shove every inch of my cock inside her snug little pussy.

The other is—surprisingly—enjoying the show.

Lennox’s brown hair fans down her back as she moves both hands to Rush’s shoulders and really starts to ride him. Their arousal mixes in the air, and I find I’m not appalled by Rush’s scent.

That’s a good thing.

In order to keep Lennox, I’ll have to find a way to cohesively fit into a pack with her other chosen alphas.

Rush dips his head, and Lennox stretches to meet his mouth. I’ve got a side view of them, and my cock throbs, watching her tit bounce. His huge hand spans from her hip to where his fingertips dig into the bottom of her ass.

I slide a hand down my jeans, willing my cock to behave.

The last thing I need is a zipper disaster.

My conflicting feelings haven’t magically disappeared. A huge part of me wants to invite myself in to prove that Lennox won’t tell me to get lost.

The baser part of me wants to slit Rush’s throat and fuck Lennox next to his corpse while he bleeds out.

If he’s dead, then that’s one less person I’ll have to share with. They don’t have a bond, so it won’t hurt her.

It is likely Bear would try to kill me afterward, which makes that not an ideal option, since Lennox claimed him for her pack.

Stretching down, I start to loosen the ties on my boots. I’m only distracted by that for a few seconds before I casually kick them aside, but when I glance back at the nest, Rush has Lennox on her back as he lies over her.

He’s weirdly kicking out of his sweats and still managing to fuck her well enough that she’s sobbing and moaning.

I fight the urge to stab him by working on my belt, which incidentally, would make a decent strangulation device. At the very least, I could use it to tie his ass up.

Fuck. Me.

When exactly did I turn rabid?

Rush holds himself up with one palm while the other slides between them to cup her tit. He tilts his head enough he can meet my eyes and winks.

He really must want to die.

Pulling back from their kiss, he gets close to her ear and murmurs something too softly for me to hear.

He laughs and calls out, “She says you’re welcome to find your way into the nest, instead of watching like a total creep.”

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