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I am, though.

A bright smile crosses my face.

Calder has his big black glasses on, and I almost wish he would wear them all the time. They’re adorable. He grins back and tugs up my dress, disappearing underneath it. That alone is ridiculously hot, but then his facial hair brushes my thigh, making me shiver.

God, I really love that feeling.

Easton pulls his hand free and relocates it to my mouth. “Here, taste yourself and suck on me.”

I smile around his fingers, because he really is awful at sharing, but Calder flicks his tongue over my clit. My head falls back against Easton’s chest and my feet move to rest in front of me on Calder’s thighs, instead of on the floor. It makes it easier to grind on Easton’s knot, and it doesn’t take long for me to turn into a begging, sobbing mess.

A wet sound fills the air every time I grind. My pleasure coils tight, and I tumble over the edge into a powerful orgasm.

Easton holds me in place while I thrash, whining out a plea for Calder to bite me, but it’s muffled by Easton’s fingers.

My hand flies to Calder’s head, and I tug my dress up and out of the way. I want to be able to look at him. Him on his knees, lapping at my clit, is so damn sexy.

My inner walls convulse, and it sends Easton over the edge. He growls, his pleasure filling the bond, and it either sends me into another orgasm or mine just keeps going. My toes dig into Calder’s thighs, and I tug on his hair, all while begging like an omega lost to the fog. Easton’s fingers are still in my mouth, so I have no idea if my words are coherent.

Calder pulls away from my clit, and the next thing I know, his canines are buried deep in the tender skin of my upper thigh. I’mstill so blissed out that it’s a relief when Easton pulls his hand from my mouth.

The pain of Calder’s bite finally registers, and his scent gets heavy in my mind. There’s a split second when I know I could reject the connection, but I ignore that.

A rejected bond is agony for the alpha, and more than that, I want Calder. The omega side of my brain claimed him that night on the stairwell in Easton’s house.

It makes my insides light up as Calder slides into the bond. Luckily, Easton is still too busy with his orgasm to realize, but I can feel the exact second it registers to him.

Oh well, he knows how I feel about Calder and Keir. My grouchy psychopath of an alpha better get good at adapting.

Calder retracts his teeth and licks over his bite to clean and seal the wound before pulling back and smiling. His huge hands palm my thighs, and I grin back.

His hair sticks straight up, and his glasses are askew, but he’s still so freaking handsome it takes my breath away.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Easton

The thought of one day being forced to share did not feel nearly as overwhelming as actually having to experience it.

To make matters worse, I’ve just realized that I can no longer kill Calder.

Even if I become highly annoyed with him and his stupid glasses.I’m now stuck with him indefinitely. To lose a bond is unbearable, and from what I’ve heard, the omega side of that equation is worse than the alpha side.

I dislike the feeling that fills my gut when I watch Briar smile bashfully at Calder as she pulls him until he’s standing. With her on my lap, she hits about mid-abdomen.

“Lie on the table and let your legs hang off,” she says, shoving his sweats down. He’s still covered in scratches from the last time he joined us.

Calder pulls the table closer to Briar’s front, and he scrambles up on the giant thing.

“You had better start bouncing on my cock and keep me good and distracted,” I growl, biting her throat.

She moans, wrapping her hand around Calder’s shaft. “I’ll do my best.” She stretches forward, guides him to her lips, andbased on the faces he makes, she’s doing a solid job of sucking his soul out through his dick.

This cannot be what my life has come to.

Calder and Keir prepare to head into Blacksburg with Arden. I greatly despise the way Briar grins as she gives them goodbye kisses.

Lincoln comes over soon after they leave. He provides us breakfast, since there’s nothing to be had here, but I also don’t like the way he smiles slyly when he says, “You smell like Briar. That’s her name, right? The pretty assistant.”

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