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“You could try out one of those ways right now,” Hendrix said. “If Meadow’s into it, of course. I can roll over, and our perfect omega can sit in my lap, stuck on my knot.”

Phin adjusted my hair, brushing the sweaty strands off my forehead. “What do you think about that, sweets?”

“I think you deserve a little treat after making me come so hard.”

Hendrix rolled us over, situating me comfortably in his lap while Phin stripped and presented his glorious pierced cock to me. My pussy clenched on Hendrix’s knot, prompting a lowmoan from him. Phin seemed in no hurry as I ran my thumb over each of the piercings before replacing my hand with my mouth. The metal was smooth on my tongue, and the ragged sound Phin made had my omega instincts preening.

Playing with him felt luxurious, like there was no rush in the world. I took my time tasting every bit of him, loving the feel of the piercings. I toyed with him until we were both out of breath, running my hands down the firm muscles of his thighs, every so often diverting my touch to Hendrix, so he didn’t feel forgotten. His grip on my hips gave me a clue as to how much he was enjoying the show.

I looked up at Phin, taking in the tight pinch of his brows while I sucked on the tip. “Do you want to fuck me a little harder?”

“Sweets, that’s a dangerous question.”

“Show me how much you want me, Phin. I’m not that delicate. I promise, omega throats are sturdy.”

Giving him permission unleashed him. He cupped the back of my head and fucked in deep. My eyes watered, but I quickly adapted, moaning around him as he took his pleasure. Hendrix’s hands shifted, his thumbs stroking my clit while Phin fucked my face. Between the two of them, there was nothing to do but surrender, and I had played with Phin long enough that it didn’t take him much time to give in. Hot cum shot down my throat, setting me off again, my pussy squeezing the life out of Hendrix’s knot.

The three of us lay together, breathless, Hendrix sliding free when his knot went down enough. I carefully scent marked Hendrix’s shirt everywhere my slick hadn’t touched.

Phin’s phone went off. “That’s our alarm to go in. I set it about ten minutes before Gary likes to barge in.”

As much as I wanted to keep all of them in the nest, I knew I couldn’t do that.

Before we had even finished getting dressed, the tour bus door opened again. “Princess, mission successful!”

I poked my head out of the nest, looking down to the main level of the bus, where Arlo and Beckett stood, a massive bag in each of their hands.

“I was wondering where you were,” I said to Beckett.

“Arlo recruited me before I got back to the bus.”

“What do you guys have?”

“Clover picked out a fuck-ton of maternity wear for you and ordered me to the store to pick it up, so you could have it right away,” Arlo explained. “Once you try all of it on, we’ll wash what you want to keep, and then you should be good to go for a while.”

Tears pricked my eyes. Clover knew exactly what I needed, and my pack was happy to help her get it to me. “You guys are amazing.”

Arlo opened his arms, and I tossed myself into them. “Of course we are. We have to be worthy of the best omega in the world, after all.”

Chapter 35

Beckett

October, Charlotte

It felt good to be back on tour. The last three weeks of shows had flown by, and as much as I missed our time at home with Meadow, there was something electric about getting to play music and spend time with our omega. It was a dream come true for us.

For Meadow, I was starting to worry that the reality of the situation was more difficult. She always greeted us with a smile, but something felt…different.

Standing in the wings, waiting to go onstage for our show in New Orleans, I turned to Phin. The others were behind me, out of earshot, fucking with something on their phones.

“Does Meadow seem off to you?” I asked.

He cocked his head in thought. “Maybe? She’s been more tired lately, but I assumed that was because the baby is growing and causing havoc with her body.”

“Yeah, I assumed that at first, but her face looks a little thin. Shouldn’t she be gaining a decent amount of weight this far in? Maybe we should be feeding her more.”

“We could talk to Ellie about increasing the calories in those smoothies she’s been making Meadow?” Phin suggested, his tone unsure.

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