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“Here,” Tom says, handing something to me. I take it without looking. I’m so engrossed in the sight of them. It’s a matching leather tail attached to a steel butt plug.Oh, it’s perfect.The tail is curled, the tip narrowing into a point that will stick up in the air as Sam sucks our alpha’s cock. He hands me a bottle of lube next. It’s creamsicle-flavored, and I smile as I read the label. Where did they find it?

I take both and come up behind Sam and kneel, setting everything down so I can run my hands down his back and over his ass, then down his thighs. “Sam, can I put something in your ass?”

He lifts his butt up higher in the air without stopping his work on Marcus, and I take that for consent. I’ve never touched someone here before. I spread his cheeks apart and look at him first. His hole is puffy and wet from being so well used.

I pour lube on two fingers and spread it around, then stroke his hole and gently work them in. He’s warm and clean inside as I apply lube inside him, then add more to the plug. It’s a blunted cone shape with a wide, flared base and then the tail. I press it to his hole and push. He stretches, taking it, and when the thickest part is inside, he closes up tight to keep it snug there.

The leather tail curls up in the air, and I swat it, enjoying the way Sam moans around his mouthful of cock. His dick and balls hang down between his thighs, his tip leaking even more pre-cum as the tight cock ring keeps him stiff without direct stimulation.

I’ve never seen it from this angle, and I take my time exploring him. I rub the skin between his ass and balls, then cup their weight and roll his sack in my hand. He shudders and groans when I palm his engorged cock, teasing his head and fingering his weeping slit. I curl my hand around him and stroke.

“What a good puppy you are, sucking our alpha’s cock,” I say. His cock jumps in my hand as I tug him. Sam loves a fun little fantasy. He loves playing and pretending and dress-up. I work him in my hand as I kneel beside him on the floor and stare up at Marcus. His expression is intense. Focused. He drops a large hand onto Sam’s head and just holds it there between those flopping ears.

Tom joins us on the floor, grabbing Sam by his tail and tugging on it before pressing it in, working that thick plug in deeper only to do it all over again. And again. “Good boy.”

Sam humps my hand as I tug and pull, and then he comes and I get to watch from my new vantage point. I see what happens to them when they orgasm. The bulging stretch of skin between his balls and ass pulses, his balls rising and falling as the first spurt of cum shoots out and strikes the floor. I milk him with my hand, wringing every drop and lash of seed from his sack until it goes still. When his cock stops twitching, I press the tip of my finger into his slit and gather the last drop, bringing it up to Tom’s lips. He slides his mouth over my finger and sucks, his tongue licking me clean. I giggle, and he lets me go with a wet pop.

“Are you ready?” Marcus asks, his voice all growl. His chest heaves and his nostrils flare as he cants his hips into Sam’s mouth.

Sam’s answer is to reach up and wrap a hand around the base of our alpha’s cock. It’s swelling, pushing at Sam’s fingers as Marcus drops his head back and comes. He shoots his seed down Sam’s throat as the beta squeezes that knot, searching out every drop of creamy cum as he noisily sucks it down and makes a satisfied sound around his mouthful.

“Fuck,” Marcus groans as they sit there and both catch their breath. “That was so good, Sam.”

Tom grabs me by the arm and tugs as he stands and we get on the bed and cuddle one another while we give Marcus and Sam their moment. Tom’s hand glides up and down my back as I press my face to his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

After a few more minutes, they untangle, and Sam sinks onto the floor between Marcus’s legs as the alpha leans down and unbuckles the harness from his head. He pulls it free, smoothing the beta’s hair, then reaches down and brings Sam up with him.

Marcus works the cock ring off Sam’s length. He takes the harness off next, then undresses himself, and they join us on the tiny bed as we all try to figure out how to fold ourselves up small enough to fit on the queen-size mattress. The bed creaks ominously.

It’s a disaster.

I end up laying half on top of Tom as Sam spoons me and Marcus stays on his side behind him.

“We need to go bed shopping,” Tom says, breaking the silence.

Marcus purrs and rubs everyone he can reach with soothing caresses that speak of an alpha well satisfied. “Told you.”

“Well, you don’t have to gloat about it,” Tom says.

I smile and bury my face against Tom’s smooth chest. We are a tangled pile of limbs and I fall asleep, waking only when Marcus and Tom both slip from the bed. Marcus moves to scoop me up, but I roll over and wrap my limbs around Sam like an octopus. I don’t want to sleep alone in a cold, unfamiliar bed that doesn’t smell right. I want the comfort of pack. Of a warm body that holds me tight and smells right.

“Leave her,” Tom says softly. “I think she needs him.”

There’s a tug and then a blanket settles over us, and Sam and I cuddle all night.

ChapterEighteen

EMILY

By the timeSam and I both stumble out of bed in the morning, Marcus is already gone. Back to work, Tom explains. The house feels emptier without him. We eat breakfast while Tom goes over the day’s agenda. We’re going shopping, but from the way he discusses it, it’s more like he’s planning a battle.

“That sounds like a lot of stores,” I say between bites of jam-smothered toast.

“Eat.” Tom uses tongs to put a couple of strips of bacon on my plate, then cuts up an orange and divides it between us. “You’ll need your energy.”

Sam shrugs and grins. “You don’t have to twist my arm.”

Tom smiles and loads extra bacon onto Sam’s plate. “That’s the spirit. And after, I have a surprise.”

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