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Tom grabs my hips and tilts them, hitting a spot inside me that makes my toes curl and my pussy push down on Sam’s mouth.

Oh, fuck. Sam will figure it out.

Tom ruts into me, his thighs slapping against my ass, and each thrust rubs my clit on Sam’s frantic tongue. Tension coils tight inside of me, a dull ache that begs for release. I forget my concern. Forget everything but the dick rearranging me to fit him better and the tongue swiping between my folds.

“You’re soaked, luv. Is your puppy being a good boy? Is he keeping your cunt nice and wet for me?”

“So good.” I pant and claw at the mattress, wishing there was a sheet to twist my fingers in as I ride Sam’s face while Tom fucks me harder against that beautiful mouth. “He’s such a good boy.”

“He is. What a good, smart puppy we have. Now he’s going to clean up this mess and lick up every drop.” Tom’s cock jerks deep inside of me with the first pulse of his release, his thrusts slowing as he works it deeper and comes.

Tom hisses out a breath and thrusts into me twice more before pulling free and moving back. I glance over my shoulder and see him watching us as I clench and release, working his cum from me. Sam’s swiping tongue goes still and ready as he waits for it to drip into his mouth. Squeezing, I push out another bead, feeling it dribble from me.

Sam’s cheeks brush against my inner thighs as he leans up and laps at it, licking at my folds before pushing inside me to get at every last drop.

Fuck, that’s good. His soft cock twitches against his thigh, so I stroke it, rewarding him for being such a good boy. For licking me clean and not wasting a single drop of Tom’s cum. He sucks at me, circling my clit, until I’m lost. I pant and ride his face, all thoughts and concerns gone until there’s only pleasure left.

I sit up tall and grind against his face, taking my pleasure as he sucks every bit of seed from my pussy and laps at my clit again.

That tension snaps taut, then rips free as my walls clench around nothing, aching and empty, and I come on his face. He licks me through it, swallowing down my slick and Tom’s seed and licking me clean until I’m spent and can’t stand another ounce of sensation.

Unhooking my legs from his head, I fall onto my side and throw an arm across his body as Tom settles in at my back, and we cuddle, letting our sex and satisfaction pheromones soak into the mattress until we’re recovered enough that we can get back to work.

We pass the pillows around like an assembly line as we all take turns rubbing against them while we wait for Marcus to get home.

“Let me show you what I bought,” Tom says once all the pillows are scented. He gets up from the bed and gathers his cast-off clothes from the floor, throwing them down to the other end of the mattress we haven’t gotten to yet.

It’s gonna be a busy afternoon.

He pulls a box of string lights shaped like stars and crescent moons from a bag he dropped by the stairs. “These are what you wanted, right?”

They’re precious and perfect. I rip the plastic box open and unwind the lights from the packaging inside. “I love them.” I press a kiss to his mouth and tug him in for a deeper kiss. “Thank you.”

Tom pushes my hair back and tucks it behind my ear. “Anything you want, luv.”

“Will you help me hang them?”

He’s tall, and he has the longest arms of the three of us. Tom stands on the mattress and wraps them around the canopy’s poles, hanging them where I tell him to. It takes eight of the ten boxes he bought to get them just right.

I pull the enormous bag of nesting blankets and bedding from my old room while Sam rolls around on the bed and itches his back on the mattress while Tom shakes his head. “Let’s get the waterproof cover and sheets on.”

Getting it all on the mattress is harder than I thought it would be, but eventually we manage it. We all give the pillows one last rub, and then they hand them to me while I fit them into place, finding the perfect space for each one. My cute cloud pillow is last, and I set it in the middle of the pillow mountain in its place of honor.

Tired and finished and deliriously happy, I climb in and settle down for a nap with the both of them. The nest is cozy and warm, and it smells like us. That’s how Marcus finds us later when he comes home, shrugging out of his jacket and draping it on the edge of the nest as I blink up at him through bleary eyes. He takes his clothes off and hesitates at the foot.

“May I enter the nest, omega?”

I smile and reach for him. “Always.”

Marcus grins, showing off one sharp alpha canine as he puts a knee on the bed and climbs into the nest to settle down and join us. I hand him a pillow to scent, and he tells me about tonight’s plans.

Tonight, we mark Sam.

Marcus will bite his claim into Sam and make the beta pack.

ChapterTwenty-Three

SAM

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