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Lysander struggles to keep his pace—clearly skirting the edge of orgasm.

“You’ve done so good, Lysander,” Ursula praises him “You feel so good inside.”

I feel Lysander’s hips spasm—his breath hitch—and I grab his hand, bringing it wordlessly to my lips as I bite down into the space between his thumb and forefinger.

“I love you Ursula—Teddy—Mavren, Ash, Ronan!” he cries out—his hips slamming against Ursula’s ass with a halting jerk; his cum hot and thick against me inside Ursula.

Lysander rolls off of Ursula—laying on his side taking shallow breaths as Ursula and I lay—still joined together on the hard floor.

Mavren, not needing to be called—makes his way between my knees—his massive cock already in hand.

“Are you sure you want to try this?” he asks Ursula tenderly—one of his hands smoothing itself over one of her ample asscheeks.

“I’ve never wanted something so bad in my life,” Ursula whines, lifting her hips so that my cock nearly slips out of her—only the head still inside those pink, slip lips.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” Mavren sighs happily—pressing his cock inside Ursula—his iron heat making my knot throb—desperate to be inside her.

She’s so wet, so ready—it only takes a few seconds of her riding our twin hardnesses, hard and deep—until Mavren and I are sweating—working; our knots poised to enter her.

Before I even know what’s happening—Mavren barks out his pleasure—our dual pleasure nodes stretching Ursula to her limit—as Mavren’s head dives down—his teeth sinking into the soft flesh above her right breast.

Ursula screams out in ecstasy as Mavren cums—and I clutch onto her like a rock being battered by the waves—using every fiber of my being to keep myself from emptying my balls inside her when Mavren does.

Ursula, still needing the bite of her pack lead—of me—her alpha; trembles and shudders with the fullness of us inside her—still unable to relent—unable to be satisfied until we have completed our bonds.

Quietly, so softly, so that Mavren won’t hear, even though he’s also inside her—on top from behind, Ursula whispers into my ear, “I want you to fuck me like you did in my dream Teddy, I want you to fuck me so hard on this floor that you have to cradlemy head so that you don’t dash my brains out—I want you to do it while everyone watches us, and I want you to bite me when you cum,” she begs, sweet and dirty in my ear.

When Mavren is able to carefully extract himself from our triple congress—I flip Ursula onto her back, onto the hardwood floor; the soft round of her bare ass on the stage as I hover above her—my eyes locked with hers; the golden glare of the stage lights illuminating my chiseled, muscular frame as I relentlessly pound her into the floor—my knot threatening to disappear inside her again with each thrust, my arms threaded through Ursula’s—my palms cupping the crown of her head so it doesn’t slam against the unyielding ground as I fuck her—Lysander stroking my ass as I stroke her—my knot at the gates to her pussy once more.

“Fuck, Princess—I’m not going to last long like this,” I grunt as I piston faster and deeper inside her.

“Then do it Teddy—give me that knot, give me your bite.” She sucks in air between our furious kisses—before adding her final command, “Cum for me, Teddy.”

I cry out—my knot sucked inside her tight heat once more—my teeth finding a home in the soft flesh of her chest—above her heart—the mirror image to Mavren’s; before the two of us collapse against one another, utterly spent.

Chapter Forty-One

Lysander

Even though it's only been a couple of months, we're all delighted to see Timmy and Kimmy when they greet us backstage ahead of our grand entrance on the Build-A-Pack-Blind reunion show.

Last night, we had all been laughing about how today might go, but now we huddle together, close-holding hands in a small circle, passing the squeeze of a hand around the circle clockwise then counterclockwise like an electric current as we wait for our call.

Timmy calls us boys first, Mavren striding out onto the stage on his long legs, his locs swaying freely around his shoulders—a warm smile dazzling all, as he makes his way to the long couch furnished in rich mustard yellow velvet in honor of our namesake, Pack Gold.

Ronan follows after him. His fiery red hair, wild as ever—his scars showcased front and center right along with his colorful tattoos. No more leather cuffs, no more long sleeves even in the blazing heat. Giddily, Ronan makes his way across the stage to sit next to Mavren on the couch.

Ash makes his way out from the wings to thunderous applause. Though his career as DJ KR3OSOTE, may be over, he has been enjoying newfound fame as the multi-instrumentalist and duet partner of rising jazz sensation Ursula Gold. The jazz review and cabaret show at Mavren Renard’s latest hot spot La Cerise is the stuff of legend.

Teddy makes his way onto the stage in a chorus of hoots and hollers from the audience, followed by a chant of 'Buzz, Buzz, Buzz!' from the audience, undoubtedly a reference to his nowinfamousdate with Ursula in the bubbles.

I am the last of us to trot out, and I am taken aback by the warm reception of the audience. Once our season aired, I was surprised with the tenderness and understanding with which my virginity was met during this season’s airing. People really seemed to like the way that our story unfolded as a pack. All of us had started so siloed, so distant from one another. Now, we were as a single ring, an endless loop—cycle unbroken.

The careful observer might be able to detect the tiny ridge of scar tissue between my thumb and forefinger, the ring of silver lavender teeth marks immortalized in flesh just behind Ash’s right ear, or the crescent moon of pinky gray at the pulse point of Ronan's left wrist quietly coexisting with his oldest scars.

Though I doubt anyone will be looking at any of us once Ursula takes the stage.

She wears a custom Julian St. James piece, nude mesh wiggle dress—adorned with sparkling Austrian crystals and bitty tubular gold glass beads.

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