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Feeling so needed, not just by one alpha but by three… made my head swim. I wanted to stay defiant, tell them how they might have my body but were never going to get mymind...but I couldn’t.

August’s hand slipped lower, and without being asked, I spread my legs to let him in. The voice in my head that was usually so ashamed of how much my biology wanted alphas was nowhereto be found, and the lack of shame made it easy to enjoy when August’s fingers slid lower and teased at the swelling bud of my clit.

“So fucking wet for us, Omega,” August murmured, his voice smooth and commanding. “All this nice slick. This needy pussy knows what it needs.”

My hips jerked against his fingers when they slid lower, teasing at my entrance, and Finn sank his teeth into my lower lip and dragged them across it before he released me with a stinging pop. My eyes fluttered open, and I saw him licking his lips as if chasing the taste of me, and that made my pussy clench all over again.

“Bed, August,” Marshall said, his voice cool and controlled by my ear. There was no hint of the arousal I knew he was feeling in the way he spoke, and I ground my ass back against him in retaliation, feeling slightly vindicated when he hissed slightly.

Finn laughed, the sound delighted and mildly unhinged. “Oh, she’s going to be fun,” he said, pulling his shirt up and over his head as August removed his fingers from between my legs—ignoring my whine—and grabbed my hand, tugging me along.

The bedroom they took me to was spacious and opulent, with a bed in the middle that would easily fit all four of us. I didn’t have the opportunity to look too closely at it, though, before August pulled me close to him, jerking me to him so suddenly that our chests collided, and the only thing I could look at was his eyes.

“I know this is a lot,” he said, his voice careful and measured. “But we will never force ourselves on you. Do we have your consent to finish eradicating your bond with Raol?”

The words were carefully thought out, reflecting the controlled alpha I knew he was. If I said no, I somehow knew—for a fact—that August would take my word at face value. They would eradicate the bond as much as possible, and we would deal with whatever consequences came from not completing our new bond.

But as the other two drew level behind us, and I grew comfortable in the fact thatthesealphas would accept a denial if I gave it to them, I realized that I didn’t want that.

I didn’t have a lot of choices in this world. The last twelve hours had proved that to me more than anything. But I could make this choice right here and now. I could decide to accept them, and even if I left, nobody could take that from me.

I swallowed and then nodded. “Yes. You have my permission.”

August regarded me for another moment, his expression impassive, and then he nodded.

“Good,” Marshall said, his voice deep.

Then, there was a pair of hands on my hips, and I was jerked toward the bed and tossed unceremoniously on top of the soft blankets before I could wrap my head around what was happening. The bed dipped on either side of me as Finn—the alpha who had tossed me, because of course it was him—crawled until he was hovering over me, and then slowly lowered himself on top of me.

“Good girl,” he practically purred, his eyes gleaming. He leaned down and kissed me again, and the hard length of his erection ground against my clit. The sensation made a startledwhimper escape me, and August chuckled, the sound dark and anticipatory somewhere to my side.

“Edge her, Quince,” Marshall commanded. “Get her ready for us.”

Finn pulled away and winked at me as he shifted so that one hand could slide between my legs. “Happily,” he answered.

Where August had teased my pussy with his fingers, toying with my clit and making my body beg for more, Finn took the opposite strategy. He pushed two fingers inside me without ceremony, making me gasp as he gently hooked them up, rubbing against a magical spot inside of me and making a shocked moan of pleasure fall from my lips.

“Oh,oh...” I closed my eyes, and the bed dipped by my side again.

A hand under my chin grabbed my attention, and I looked at August, who was now naked. He smirked down at me, his free hand wrapped around the shaft of hisveryhard cock, stroking slowly. “How experienced are you, Elisabed?”

I swallowed, unable to pull my eyes away from his dick even as Finn started to finger fuck me, slow and deep. “Not...very,” I finally breathed.

August cocked his head to the side as if evaluating my answer, and then he nodded. “Then we’ll take it slow. Open.”

He leaned forward until the head of his cock nudged against my lips, and my lips parted to let him in. I moaned softly as his taste burst across my tongue.

In the back of my mind, I knew this was about more than pleasure. This was about replacing every single bit of Raol’s claim on me and making my biology accept these three as my new masters——but it was hard to remember that when they smelled so fucking good, and everything they didfeltso fucking good.

All I wanted was more.

I sucked on August’s cock, and I felt Marshall’s eyes on us as Finn drove my body toward orgasm alarmingly quickly. He seemed to know exactly when I was on the edge and backed away every time I got a little close. The growing frustration in my body as he fingered me and played with the slick that was dripping out of me like a faucet couldn’t be denied.

I growled, my hips jerking against his fingers as he pulled away yet again. I’d lost track of how many times he’d kept me from coming, and the sound of my frustration was muffled by August’s cock as I tried to pull away so that I could give Finn a piece of my mind.

August’s hand clamped around the back of my neck, and he purred softly as Marshall chuckled and approached to lay on my other side. I couldn’t turn my head to look at him; I could only listen as he pressed his lips against my neck, worrying his teeth at my scent gland.

“It’s so hard to give up control, isn’t it?” Marshall murmured, his voice firm and smooth. “You want to tell us all off so badly. You want to give us the finger and tell us that you’re a big, bad omega who won’t be told what to do, don’t you?”

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