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“Oh! My mom was always cooking, and I used to help her. She taught me a lot,” Jamie says.

“Yeah?” I chew my bite and wash it down with coffee.

I want to get to know them. There’s a lot more to a pack than rutting. “Do you like it? I’ve never been much of a cook. I’m more of a take it from the freezer and heat it up kind of guy. With how much I’m away from home, there’s always a lot of takeout, fast food, and food trucks in my rotation.”

They stop messing around and join me at the table, taking their seats and digging into their own food as if their nudity doesn’t bother them one bit. Jamie pats his rock hard stomach. “I do all of my cooking. I have to watch my macros when I’m dancing. The customers tip better when I’m cut.”

“I bet they do,” I say, looking him over.

Jamie’s body is perfect. He even has the coveted eight pack some guys can’t achieve, no matter how many crunches they do. Looking at him should fill me with envy—he’s everything I used to be—but I’m no longer jealous.

Maybe it’s because he’s been submissive with me. Or it’s because I know, deep down, that by the end of this heat I’m probably going to fuck him. It’s an obscene thought. Nearly a taboo. An alpha fucking another alpha? I can’t fucking wait.

He’s a beautiful man. I might prefer women, but there’s an energy about him that sparks my interest. I wonder what he’d look like covered in rope. With rope marks dug into his skin, their impressions left behind even when he’s freed. The idea of all that powerful male bound up and helpless for the taking makes me wish I didn’t have to leave my rope behind.

Next time, I tell myself.God, I hope there’s a next time.I think I’ll put him in pink. Veronica in black. And Anthony… I want to see all that black and gray inked skin bound in pure white.I have some rope I haven’t dyed yet.

The idea of a next time and later fills me with a hope I haven’t known for years. We chat while we eat, getting to know one another, until our plates are clean and Veronica stirs in the nest.

Time to get back to work.

ChapterTwenty-Four

JAMIE

The nest smells like pack.Slick and cum and satisfied omega. Us.

Packing up is better than I ever imagined. So much better than I’ve heard it is from other alphas. All they talk about is rutting and knotting. Draining their cocks. They don’t talk about how warm it is. How limbs tangle as we pile close. How mouths kiss and tongues lick, heedless of where one person ends, and another begins. There is no I in the pack, only us.

When Anthony’s grip on my hair drags me from the soft press of bodies, I whine at the loss of the warmth and the scents. He ushers me into the bathroom and gives me orders to prep. Anticipation curls in my stomach.

Even with the heat and the rut, we’re still ourselves. I wasn’t sure if we would be. It was a risk. A gamble that’s paid off so far.

The toilet’s bidet attachment helps me get ready, and when I’m all clean, I wash my hands and return to the nest.

Veronica is spread out in the center, her legs splayed wide and bent. Anthony is behind her. He curls over her and fingers her until she’s wiggling and whining. Her head is in his lap as she uses him like a pillow while he traps her exactly where he wants her, with a hand around her throat.

She’s laid out like a feast.

For me.

My heart stutters in my chest at the sight of her and my knees hit the edge of the bed. I glance at Anthony for permission, and he rewards me with a smile. After a brief hesitation, he nods. It’s a magnanimous gesture. Like a dark god granting his faithful servant the right to worship.

And oh, how I plan to worship at their feet.

I climb into the nest and position myself between her thighs, basking in the sight of her. She’s gorgeous. Her eyes are half-lidded and her fingers twist the bedding while her hips rise to meet Anthony’s rapid fingering. And then they stop. A whimper rips from her throat as she mourns the loss of sensation.

He won’t let her come until I’m inside her. Until she’s squeezing my knot. The one she craves but is too tough and self reliant to ask for. With us, she’ll never have to ask.

Doesn’t she know all we want to do is satisfy her? Make her happy?

I settle between her thighs and take a moment to stroke her thighs and belly. A part of me still can’t believe we’re here. That all of Anthony’s scheming paid off. But I shouldn’t have doubted him. He’s so smart. Always thinking ahead and planning.

Veronica whimpers, her eyes trained on me, and I smile while I drag my cock over her wet pussy to get it slick.

Anthony’s grip on her is the only thing keeping her somewhat in place as Vee tries to wiggle herself onto my cock. “Shh, baby, he’s gonna give you what you want. What you need. Be a good girl.”

Hearing those words from his lips makes my cock drip with pre-cum. As I slide into her tight, wet heat, my fears about whether I’m any good at this fade. It only takes three thrusts to get slicked up enough to bottom out inside of her. To hit the end of her and watch her pussy swallow up every inch of my thick, veiny cock.

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