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It was the same thing he’d told me before we started the bond-breaking process, yet it was so different now.

“Your cum,” I gasped. I could feel my mind fracturing, instinct warring with conscience, and god, I needed him. I wouldloseit if I didn’t get what I needed...

“Please. I need to feel you come inside me. Alpha. Marshall.Please...”

I clenched down on his cock, my body teetering on the edge of another impossible orgasm, and Marshall groaned, working me faster. He seemed to recognize something in me that I was barely aware of, and his hand clamped around my hip, grounding me and pulling my focus until the only thing I could see was him.

“With me, Omega,” he panted. “I want to feel you clench around me. Come with me, and I’ll give you what you need. Now.”

His voice was magic, and I was finally able toscreamas he shoved me over the edge, my entire body exploding with pleasure that made my vision gray out around the edges. I was vaguely aware of Marshall groaning loudly as he followed me over the edge, and I clenched around his thick cock over and over again before finally slumping against the bed, my entire body spent.

It was then that the three of them struck.

Finn’s teeth sank into my left arm, and August’s did the same on my right. Marshall hooked his hand under my knee and brought my leg up to bite into the fleshy part of my calf.

Their claims drove out the existing bond and replaced it with their own.

I was theirs.

The moment was fast, and the pain of their bites was fleeting. Each carefully detached their teeth from me, and I peeked over at Finn as he dragged his tongue over his new mark, sealing it so I didn’t bleed too much. August did the same on my other side and Marshall on my leg.

Marshall was careful as he pulled out of me. The sensation of their fluids leaking out of my pussy should have embarrassed me, but it didn’t. It felt right, satisfying a primal need I’d never realized I had been craving to fulfill.

The pleasure mingled with a sense of aching sadness, though. The bond with Raol was fading rapidly, and every part of me was aware of its absence. I hated Raol, but I had been bonded with him, and my reaction to losing that bond was just biological instinct—nothing more, nothing less.

Marshall lay on the bed, finishing our little puppy pile, and I closed my eyes to mourn and celebrate.

***

The fire crackled softly as we all lay tangled together. The sharp edges of my grief had dulled, but I still felt a little raw and exposed.

Their scents were everywhere now, woven into my skin and drowning out the ghost of Raol.

I didn’t know when I started crying, but the tears came hot and silent, streaming down my cheeks as the weight of everything hit me. They didn’t stop. I didn’t know what to do with this kind of affection, obligatory though it might be. I had never even let myself even dream of it. I didn’t know what their plans with me were, but I didn’t have it in me to think about the future, not when I only just felt the relief from my past.

August’s lips softened against mine, his hand cradling my face. Finn’s teasing melted into something gentler as his thumb brushed away a tear. Even Marshall’s touch shifted, his grip turning protective.

“It’s okay,” August whispered, his forehead resting against mine. “Let it out.”

The sobs came then, raw and uncontrollable, wracking my body as I clung to them. Their hands didn’t leave me, their touches grounding me even as I broke apart in their arms.

When the tears finally stopped, I was left trembling, my head resting against August’s chest. The steady beat of his heart calmed the frantic rhythm of my own.

Finn whispered, “You did well,” as his lips touched my temple.

The knot in my chest relaxed for the first time in days, and I had something akin to peace for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.

Finn’s voice hummed playfully against my ear as he asked, “Better?” Unable to trust my voice, I nodded.

“This is only the beginning,” August said, his eyes meeting mine.

I just nodded again. I didn’t have much hope for the future; I’d spent too long living day to day to look for any sort of brightness on the horizon. But maybe...maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

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August

The room still smelled of us—heat, sweat, and cum. Elisabed was curled up on the bed, her soft breaths audible in the quiet. The moonlight spilled across her bare shoulder, and I couldn’t stop staring.

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