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“Please,” she whispered. “I like how it feels.”

“Good girl,” I crooned. “Hurry up and get Phin off, so I can fuck you like you deserve.”

Phin yelped as she went full steam ahead, plunging her head down and stroking him with her hands, her cheeks hollowed. “Holy fuck.”

He didn’t last long with Meadow trying her best to undo him, and I pressed her down the moment his sounds shifted. Phin poured himself down her throat while she shivered head to toe. The second he was finished, I hoisted her up, shifted us both forward so she could use Phin for balance, and fucked into her tight little cunt.

Meadow let out a string of curses, her words dissolving into a moan, her pussy clenching around me. I gave her no time to settle, snaring both of her hips in a firm grip, drawing out and fucking back in. Her scent was so thick in the air that nothing else existed but her. Phin devoured her mouth, muffling every perfect moan and whimper as I rode our omega.

I kept her close to the edge, her pussy pulsing, and all it took was a few sharp taps against her clit to send her tumbling off the peak. Meadow clung desperately to Phin as I kept moving, riding her through one rise and into the next.

“One more, darling, and then we’ll trade off. Phin will be ready for you by then.”

“Kn-knot?”

“I would rather watch you take Phin’s. I want to see the look on your beautiful face while you’ve got your mouth on my cock as he’s fucking you.”

The words set her off like a firework, and she cried out, the rhythmic squeeze almost sending me over the edge with her. I pulled out and Meadow made a whine of protest.

“Phin, fuck our omega.”

We transferred to the couch, where I stretched out at one end and Meadow got on her hands and knees between my legs.

“Present,” Phin growled.

Meadow did exactly as she was told, raising her hips. Phin drove into her carefully, letting her adapt to each of the piercings as he descended. Watching her shiver while Phin ruined her was practically a cinematic experience.

As soon as he fell into a smooth rhythm, I slid my fingers back into her hair and guided her to my cock. The warmth of her mouth was electric. Meadow stared up at me, eyes hazy with lust as I fucked those perfect lips.

Having her now hauled every memory of longing to the surface, every time I had dreamed of our perfect omega. She was exquisite and soft, open to fulfilling all of our desires, so long as we fulfilled hers in return.

Each movement between us tightened her muscles a little more, eyes darkening farther, her perfume so thick I could choke on it.

Phin fucked in hard with a growl and Meadow’s eyes rolled back. It was easy enough to tell when his knot swelled, locking the two of them together, and that was when I let go. Meadow sucked me down, her nose brushing my stomach, her throat contracting around my length as I emptied every drop.

By the time I let her free, her face was bright pink and she sucked in a grateful breath, letting her cheek rest on my thigh. I toyed with stray strands of her hair, smoothing them over and over until her eyelids drooped.

We stayed like that until Phin’s knot went down and I carried our exhausted omega up to my room, Phin at my heels.

“They’re going to be so pissed we stole her in the middle of the night,” Phin said with a laugh.

I chuckled softly and laid Meadow out in the middle of my bed, sliding in on one side of her while Phin joined on the other. “Tough. She’s ours now, too, and they need to get used to sharing.”

Chapter 30

Hendrix

Ishuffled down the hall, half-asleep. I’d woken up at some point in the night to a boner that wouldn’t quit. Whatever fun Meadow had been having was coursing through the bond. I could only assume she was with Phin or Beckett, since Arlo was passed out face down in my bed. Taking care of it next to him was too awkward to comprehend.

It was good she was getting closer to the pack, since I fully intended to keep her for as long as I could. I’d neverseena future before. From the moment we tasted fame, everything after twenty-seven had become nebulous and unattainable, and it still was, but at least now I was hopeful I’d get to see my kid first. The pack would take care of Meadow and the baby; they’d love them. I could already see it happening.

Anxiety twisted in my chest, climbing up my throat to choke me, tears burning my eyes as the ice of panic rushed through my veins. Before I could drown, Meadow emerged from Beckett’s room wrapped in a sheet, her eyes wide before she locked her arms around me.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, squeezing even harder.

“Nothing,” I lied.

“Don’t do that. Ifeltit.” Her eyes were so sweet and wide when she looked up at me, shiny from unshed tears.

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