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Good girl.

Good omega.

I can’t wait to breed her.

Can’t wait to see her little belly get round with our babies.

She sighs, the tension melting from her shoulders as she settles in for the wait until my knot deflates so we can untie. Sam pets her, telling her she’s a good girl, and I watch them have this tender moment together with a smile on my face.

He’s a good beta.

He’ll make an excellent addition to our small but growing pack.

And then he looks up at me and grins, his cheek dimpling on one side as he reaches under her and strokes his fingers where we’re joined.

She twitches and groans, her movements pulling on my knot in a way that tugs all the way up to my navel. And then her cunt flutters. It squeezes in a rhythmic pulsing that makes me lose all ability to think. My purr stutters, then grows deeper as Sam plays with her clit until she cries out, her walls squeezing me until I can’t breathe. The tips of his fingers brush over my knot and hanging sack. Her orgasm pulls one last burst of seed up from my balls as I empty myself into her. I give her everything I have, and then I’m spitting dust, but the urge to cum is still there. It’s an orgasm without the cum, and I haven’t felt this way in decades, since I was a clumsy boy. Each pulse feels a little like dying.

What a fucking way to go.

When she’s done squeezing my knot like it owes her money, I collapse with her, my purr stuttering from fatigue as the urge to rut fades, leaving me mellow and pleased.

“Good girl,” I tell her as I hold her to me and ease us both down onto our sides.

When the movement tugs at our tie and she whimpers, I purr until she’s limp in my arms again.

Sam smirks as he gets up and fetches the rest of the soft blankets from her impromptu nest on the couch. He kneels down and covers us, tucking her in and placing a kiss on her cheek.

I reach out and grab him by his hair. Turnabout is fair play. His eyes widen with alarm as I pull him forward. He doesn’t know where to put his hands as I tug him off balance, so he’s forced to put those hands on me. They slap against my sweaty, hairy chest.

With my grip in his hair, I bring his face down to mine and press a kiss to his lips. They’re stiff and awkward, and then he melts into it. He opens for me. I let go of his hair and cup the back of his head gently instead.

Sam kisses me back and proves he’s a quick study. I purr for him too, and he smiles against my mouth as he breaks the kiss and ducks his head.

“Get in the nest, beta.”

I don’t need to tell him twice. He slips under the blankets and wiggles himself into place as Emily’s little spoon. She nuzzles her face into his neck, and I grab the blanket that’s slipped off and cover all three of us. I stay propped up on my arm so I can watch them. She wraps her arms and one leg around him, and he strokes his fingers along the curve of her arm. They thread their fingers together and hold hands, and something clenches in my chest at the sight.

This is right.

This is what it should be like.

I can’t wait for Tom to join us, to tag team our omega with Sam. My next thought pulls the floor out from under me.God, they’re all gonna drive me into an early grave.

Sam is an imp. But Tom is a full-blown fucking brat. They’re gonna run me ragged. I can already tell.

My purr stutters with a laugh that makes Sam crack an eye open and crane his head back to look at me. I bury my face in Emily’s hair and breathe in her sweet lemon scent.

Everything is exactly how it should be.

ChapterEight

EMILY

The softening knotpulls free with a pop and a gush as our combined fluids leak out of me, the uncomfortable pressure in my belly easing with each trickle.God, there’s so much of it.It soaks our blankets and leaves me a sticky mess. Now that I’ve been knotted, my thoughts are less confused and jumbled. Like a film reel spliced out of order, missing pieces of time. Everything’s been slotted back into place.

I’m so warm I’m sweating. If Sam is a furnace, then the alpha is a volcanic eruption. His body heat radiates into me, making me feel limp and boneless. It’s hard to find the motivation to get up and fix the nest before we get too comfortable, but the nest is all wrong and it grates on me.

Sam is terrible at weaving the blankets together so that they make a wall to cradle us. I move, and two looped blankets fall apart, exposing me to the chill of the room.

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