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Silas kneels between my spread legs, hooking his fingers in the lace of my panties and dragging them slowly down my thighs. I lift my hips to help him, shivering as the cool air hits my heated core. He tosses the flimsy fabric aside, his gaze zeroing in on my wetness.

"Already so wet for us," he murmurs appreciatively. "Such a needy omega."

He leans forward, swiping his tongue through my slick, and I cry out at the contact, my hands flying to tangle in his hair. He groans against me, the vibrations making me buck my hips against his face. Hector swallows my moans, kissing me deeply as his fingers pluck at my aching nipples.

They work in tandem, Silas's clever mouth driving me higher as Hector maps my body with reverent hands, his cold rings like heaven on my hot skin. It's overwhelming, the dual assault on my senses, and I can already feel my orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly.

"That's it, baby," Hector encourages as he breaks the kiss, his voice rough with desire. Silas redoubles his efforts, his tongue swirling around my clit as he thrusts two fingers deep inside me, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. I arch off the couch, crying out his name as my orgasm crashes over me, my inner walls clamping down on his fingers.

He works me through it, his touch gentling as I come down from the high. But there's no respite, no chance to catch my breath, because then Hector is hauling me into his lap, positioning me so I'm straddling his thighs.

I can feel the hard length of him pressing against my soaked center, only the fabric of his slacks separating us. He grips my hips, grinding me down against him as he captures my mouth in a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth and desperate hunger.

Silas rises to his feet, shedding his jacket and shirt. His chest is a sculpted work of art, all hard planes and rippling muscle, his tattoos stark against his olive skin. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him, my spent body somehow sparking back to life with renewed desire.

He steps up behind me, his hand snaking around to cup my breast as he molds himself to my back. I can feel the thick ridge of his cock nestled against the curve of my ass and I moan into Hector's mouth, rocking back against him.

Hector's hands slide down to grip my ass, lifting me just enough for his cock to spring free from his pants. He's huge and hard, the thick head already glistening with pre-cum. Ireach between us, wrapping my fingers around his length and positioning him at my entrance.

With one swift thrust, he sheathes himself fully inside me, stretching me deliciously. I cry out at the sudden intrusion, my nails digging into his shoulders as I adjust to his size. He stills for a moment, letting me acclimate, before he starts to move, rolling his hips in a steady rhythm.

Behind me, Silas presses searing kisses along my neck and shoulders, his teeth grazing my skin. Hector fucks me hard and fast, thrusting up into me before slowing again. In a flash I’m being spun around in his lap with his cock still buried inside me.

I lick my lips as Silas frees himself from his slacks, his impressive length springing forth. He steps closer, fisting his cock and running the thick head along my lips. I part them eagerly, taking him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his girth. He groans, tangling his fingers in my hair as he starts to thrust shallowly.

Hector pistons into me from below, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he slams me down onto his cock over and over. The dual stimulation is overwhelming, the feeling of being so utterly filled and stretched in both holes making my head spin with lust.

They find a rhythm, working in tandem to drive me wild. Silas fucks my mouth as Hector pounds into my aching core, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing obscenely through the room.

I can feel a second orgasm building, my inner walls starting to flutter around Hector's pistoning length. He snarls, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his own end. "Fuck, I'm gonna knot you," he grits out, his grip on my hips tightening. "Gonna pump you full, make you fucking ours."

His words send me over the edge, my climax slamming into me with the force of a tsunami. My body convulses, inner walls clamping down on Hector's thick cock as waves of ecstasy crashover me. I moan around Silas's length, the vibrations making him curse and tighten his grip in my hair.

Hector roars as my pulsing heat milks his own release from him, his knot swelling and locking us together as he spills himself deep inside me. The stretch is exquisite, the feeling of being so completely claimed by this alpha overwhelming in the best possible way.

Silas pulls out of my mouth, fisting his cock furiously as he nears his own end. With a guttural groan, he erupts, painting my face and breasts with thick ropes of his cum. I lick my lips, savoring the salty musk of him on my tongue.

For a moment, we stay locked together, chests heaving, bodies trembling with the aftershocks of our shared climax. Hector peppers soft kisses along my neck and shoulder, murmuring words of praise and devotion against my sweat-dampened skin.

Fingers fist in my hair again, and my head is yanked back until it’s resting on Hector’s chest. His lips graze my temple, his hot breath fanning over my skin as he hisses, “Like I said, omega. You belong to the fucking Carbone pack, and I’ll tear out the throat of anyone who claims otherwise.”

CHAPTER 11

BELLA

A knockon my door startles me from my near nap. I haven’t been sleeping well these past few days since the mating ceremony, and I haven’t left the bedroom. If I do, then I’ll run into one of the Carbones. They’re still staying at the mansion as they iron out contracts with the De Luca pack. In reality, I think my fathers are doing it just to drive me insane.

My whole body locks up as Alpha Liam steps inside and shuts the door behind him with a soft click. My fight or flight instincts are kicking in and everything inside of me tells me to run. But I don’t run. Because that would be silly. And where would I go?

“I expect you know why I’m here,” he clips. I contain a flinch.

“No, Alpha.”

He sighs, stuffing his hands into his pockets. I study his face. He looks older than I remember—his skin lined and drawn, but still as handsome as ever. It pisses me off. I often wonder how it’s fair for a person’s insides to never reflect on their outside. How can such evil dare to be housed in such a pretty shell? Liamis all things debonair and refined, but I know better. I know what lurks beneath.

“I need you to understand something. You are not here out of the kindness of our hearts. Not anymore. You serve a purpose, and that purpose is simple.” His eyes darken as they flit over my face without emotion. “You need to get those men under control, do you hear me?”

Frowning, I shake my head. “I don’t understand. Did something happen?” My stomach curdles and dread sets in.

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