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Words are pretty, but betas are disposable for omegas. Though… Aisling has already called me hers.

The sting of Domh’s thick cock as he penetrates my ass pulls me away from my destructive thoughts, thankfully, because a heat is not the time nor place to dwell on this. This is all about Aisling, anything else is the cherry on top of this incredible experience.

Her warm, wet mouth sucks me down again, moaning as I suck on her clit and lick up her slick. I make a game of trying tosee how much I can clean her up as she creams on my face. Add on Caelin thrusting hard into her cunt, and it’s a party.

All thoughts of anything not happening here and now fade away, including our alpha. If he’s going to let us play, then I’m going to take full advantage of it. My teeth graze her clit, pull a whimper from her as she swallows me down her throat. Tit for tat, very well, little omega.

The angle of Caelin’s thrusts push her over my tongue and lips over and over, making her scream as she comes.

“So very needy, poppet,” Caelin rumbles. “No one else will be able to take your place after this as our omega, Aisling. You are ours, and anyone who tries will receive the swift justice of death.”

His words sound like the promises of forever, and I groan in assent. His thrusts also force Aisling’s head up and down on my cock, forcing her to face fuck herself on me. In fact, she’s getting it from both ways, because Domh’s punishing pace of his pistoning hips drive my cock as well.

Therefore, there’s no respite from sucking my cock, and I’m panting with the need to come again.

Fuck, heats are no joke, the pheromones act as an erection aid so that our cocks never deflate for long.

“Mmm, fuck,” Caelin groans. I can see the way that her cunt is milking his cock from here, her wetness dripping as much down him as onto me. It’s messy in its beauty. “Come for me, poppet. I have the same request that Domh did for my bite. Explode on my cock.”

She’ll need the distraction from the pain, and I work harder to get her closer to coming. Caelin stretches her channel with his knot, grunting as her pussy sucks him in.

“Our perfect little knot slut,” he groans. “Take it all, poppet. Fuck yes.”

The stretch of his knot triggers an orgasm, and I grind her clit over my lips and I suck hard on it.

“Argh!” Aisling squeals from the overstimulation, and Caelin chooses where his bite will go. Bending, he bites down hard under her ribs, on her side. They’re places that can be hidden easily if needed, and I realize that they’re unconsciously leaving her throat to Aiden.

Even without realizing it, we still give way to our alpha.

My balls start to draw up as my back tingles, and I come with a roar. As Caelin’s knot pops into place, I can feel him shudder as he comes, and then Domh is filling my ass with his cum.

Messy, glorious, and beautiful.

That’s what we are, and no one can tell me differently.

Aiden

Aisling’s heat raged for four days before finally breaking, and I feel like a coward as I sit up, gazing down at my exhausted pack and omega. After watching Aisling beg and beg for a bite, I decided to finally look the other way instead of standing in their way.

All it was doing was making her more agitated, and I couldn’t bear it. I’ve hurt this omega so much already, I’ll deal with the fallout of the bites when I have to. Aisling needed to be taken care of, adored, and worshiped during her heat, and we were all on board for doing so.

Now, it’s back to real life. I have a few things to do before they wake up, so I stand and pull myself away from them. Caelin is wrapped around Aisling’s back, his face buried in her neck, while Domh’s head lays in her lap.

Her hips are slightly twisted to accommodate him, but she’s too exhausted to care. I expect that they’ll all sleep for awhile longer. Evan’s arms are wrapped around both Aisling and Caelin, his face buried in her tits.

They all found their place once her heat broke, while I stayed on the fringes so I could easily escape.

Coward. Imposter. False alpha.

Turning away, I let the words play over in my thoughts as I collect the weapons piled on a table just inside the room, taking them to the safe. Subconsciously, I know it’s a mistake, but I leave Aisling’s knife on the nightstand by her nest.

My knife. The one that started it all.

Blowing out a breath, I close the weapons safe in our pack closet, locking it up. Everyone but Aisling knows the code, but they don’t need these weapons to hurt me. They know me far too well, and their fists and words can do damage on their own.

Pulling off the Ghostface mask with disgust, I pad to the bathroom to turn on the shower. Without waiting for the water to get warm, I step inside, feeling like any small punishment I can find is necessary.

Shuddering under the cold, I stand beneath it regardless, thinking about the last few days. Evan managed to change the sheets like a ninja somehow at least once in Aisling’s nest, and made sure to get her to drink water and eat frozen grapes.

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