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Her heart is pounding, and I swear I can feel it from being plastered to her back. I whisper wicked words into her ear as I fuck her with my fingers in tangent with Domh. He’s cursing under his breath as his eyes roll, and I know Aisling is going to be wearing lots of new bruises on her hips.

I hope she wears them with pride. Domh doesn’t lose control often.

Eyes rolling, I feel the darkness coming for me, and I come again with a groan, filling up her ass until it’s overflowing.

“Going to plug this pretty little hole up so you don’t lose a drop, poppet,” I groan.

The moment I can, I’ll tie her to the bed, and make sure she can’t leave. Not that she'll want to.

Aiden

She’s here, in my house, and I’m certain I’m the reason she’s currently in heat. Cian has been shooting me dirty looks all day, but I didn’t know why. He’s been extra moody the last year after beating the shit out of me.

The only people who know how much Aisling told him are her and Cian. I can’t ask either one of them, since Cian would shoot me and I’m not allowed to see her.

I broke a few rules today, antsy about this godforsaken date. My pack is going to claim her, though I’m doing my damndest to keep it from happening.

I’m a fucking cock blocker, that’s what I’ve been reduced to.

“Ahh!” Aisling screams, and I listen to them try to soothe her. “Why doesn’t he want me?”

She’s been with them for the past hour, seemingly content to enjoy them in her nest. Aisling has asked periodic questions about me that the guys have deflected, because she doesn’t know who I truly am. She’d lose her shit if she did.

Scent matches can overcome a lot, but I’m pretty sure I’m fucked.

Trailing through the house in a pair of joggers and nothing else, I listen to her get more and more anxious.

“Alpha!” Caelin roars, making me close my eyes.

How can I get around this? She needs me.

I remember how my scent calmed her when she was sedated, and realize that it’s going to take all of her scent matches to do this. Walking quickly to my bedroom, I open a drawer by our pack bed, pulling out a Ghostface mask. I’ll hold onto my identity for a little longer because it may be the only way to help her.

Deepening my voice as I pull on my mask, I tip up my head and yell, “Coming!”

I don’t want her to recognize anything about me outside of my scent, and I’m glad the only tattoo I have is of a well done compass, orchid, and flame on my thigh, which she has never seen before.

It encompasses Caelin, Domh, and Evan, who is a bit of a pyromaniac. On occasion, he’ll get to burn something down for the boss. It’s always the highlight of his day.

Turning once I know the mask is secure, I jog up to the attic where the guys and Aisling are. The fever in her heat isn’t even close to breaking, and she looks tortured as everything the guys do isn’t enough.

Time to take control.

Thankfully, none of them are currently knotting her.

“I think we need to change our tactic for this naughty little omega,” I growl. My voice sounds so different right now, deep and possessive as I speak.

Four pairs of eyes snap over to me, though it doesn’t make me nervous. I’m used to making decisions for my pack.

“Evan, cuff her,” I command. “Caelin, I want her spread so I can taste her before I give her my cock.”

“Please,” Aisling begs. God, her voice sounds so vulnerable and desperate. My heart hurts at the tone, making me shudder.

I can’t hear her like this if I’m going to take care of her. Finding a gag that will spread her lips wide but keep her from speaking, I watch as my pack prepares her for me. Aisling's arms are stretched over her head with the handcuffs tethering her wrists to the various loops hidden along the wall.

Evan wanted to get a headboard commissioned, but we ran out of time.

Caelin has her ankles spread wide, spanking her ass until she scrambles to her knees.

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