Page 88 of Marigold Run

“Let me know if it’s too much,” I whisper as I thrust forward. Everly’s hot pussy sucks me in like always, and she bends her knees, allowing me to take her deeper.

Unable to hold back, I immediately set a brutal pace, fucking into the beta with everything I have. She moans and keens, arching her back as I take her the way she likes. Mari watches us intensely as Dassy moves behind her. Our omega’s eyes widen, then close as he ruts forward, fucking her from behind.

It’s all so messy and wet, and the heat from our bodies makes the air warm and sticky.

“I feel it!” Everly gasps, aching her back. “I feel— Oh!” She screams out in pain as I force the knot deep inside her, then her whole body shakes violently as she comes and comes and comes.

Mari lunges forward, pushing on Everly’s belly, forcing her to feel every fucking inch of my girth. “Do you feel it growing inside you?” Mari pants, her words jerky as Dassy keeps rutting her from behind. “Do you—” She lets out a breathy yip as Dassy yanks her backward, slamming her slight body against his brother's prone body. Mari moans out her pleasure, clawing at Dassy’s back and sides with deep, long marks.

Hutch’s cock is still rock-hard, but he doesn’t have a chance to put it inside Mari. And the alpha doesn't even try. Instead, Hutch lets his brother take what he needs from our omega. It’s clear that Dassy needs that connection right now—to fuck his mate with Hutch near. I know some people would find their relationship fucked up, but it brings my packmates comfort, and that’s all that matters.

“Izan?” Everly mumbles my name, her words slurred and her eyes unfocused. It’s a good look on her.

I shush her, nuzzling her cheek. “Dassy is about to bite our Mari.” I lift Everly in my arms, being careful of the knot connecting us, as we both sit. And we watch, as Dassy’s thrustsgrow sloppy. Hutch beneath the pair, holding Mari’s hips in place.

Then all at once, Dassy lets out a deafening roar, his fangs punch out, and he strikes right over mine and Hutch’s mating bites.

Who knows how much time has passed…

Everly

My whole body aches, everything from the insides of my thighs to the soles of my feet. But I force myself to bend, collecting every bottle of water in the twin’s personal mini-fridge. Thank goodness, I don’t have to go downstairs.

A small plastic container catches my eye and I grab it. Strawberries. And they’re not set to expire for three more days.

“I think I have everything,” I whisper to myself, making my way back to Mari’s room.

It’s quiet. Hutch and Dassy are sound asleep along the back wall of the nest. But Izan is awake and pulling his cock out of Mari’s limp body.

“I brought water,” I whisper as I slip back into the nest. I’m careful where I step, trying not to wake anyone. The boys have taken turns tending to Mari over the last few days. Her heat has burned, making the omega practically insatiable. I give mymates a lot of credit. They haven’t left her needy or in pain once. I’m so proud of them.

“Here.” I hand Izan a bottle as I set all my supplies down along the edge of the nest.

The pack alpha eagerly takes it, draining the whole thing in one go. A trickle seeps out, falling from the corner of his mouth and down his sweaty, cut chest. There are so many bites and scratches all over his pecs and shoulders. Mari is vicious when she comes.It’s really very beautiful.

“How is she?” I ask, admiring our unconscious omega. Her pussy gapes a bit, with copious amounts of cum gathered between her folds.

“I think the worst of her heat is over,” Izan says, tossing the empty bottle out of the nest. “You should sleep while you can. When she wakes, she might want to ride your face again.”

My cheeks heat at the thought of the wonderful—but dirty—things we’ve done to one another the last few days. “I’m okay,” I say, lifting Mari’s ankle and placing it in Izan’s hand. He instantly knows what to do and starts rubbing her calf.

“Don’t be silly, Everly,” Izan quietly scolds me. “You need to sleep.”

But I have no desire to follow orders. Not this time. “You know,” I say, brushing the matted hair out of Mari’s face, “there are many things you and the twins do as alphas that I just don’t understand. I know a lot of it is instinct. The need to be strong and protect what’s yours.”

Izan nods firmly, puffing out his chest a little. “That’s right.” He picks up Mari’s other ankle, working out the knots in her other calf.

“Well, this is what drives me as a beta,” I say, pulling the cap off of a scentless tube of lip balm. I glide it over Mari’s swollen lips, being careful not to get it too close to the inside of her mouth. I don’t want to start her sucking reflex and push her intoanother round of sex. “It’s my job to feed Mari and make sure she’s hydrated. All my happiness is tied up in our omega. If she’s not happy and content, neither am I.” I pick up a bottle, then cradle her head. “Rub the inside of her thighs,” I instruct my alpha. “I noticed her legs were cramping the last time Hutch ate her out.”

Izan smiles at me, his eyes sparkling as he does as he’s told.

“Open up, omega,” I whisper, bringing the bottle to her mouth. I pour the tiniest amount across her tongue, then wait for her to swallow. Then I do it again. It takes forever, but I manage about half a cup, before Mari turns her head, refusing anymore.

“You’re a very good beta, Everly,” Izan purrs, and my tummy does a flip. An alpha’s purr doesn't have the same effect on me as it does an omega, but that doesn’t mean the things my alphas do for me don’t turn me into mush.

“Izan?” I ask, rubbing Mari’s forearms. He hums in response. “Are you serious about searching for her brother?”

My pack alpha’s dark green eyes meet mine, and I instantly know he’s dead serious. “Yes,” he says. “I will search every inch of those mountains if it makes Mari happy.” His pledge makes me smile. My alphas are such loving and protective mates.

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