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His tongue moves around mine in a slow, sensual buildup that distracts me fully. Keir’s hazelnut scent makes me warm and floaty, and I’m so preoccupied that I don’t realize how close Easton has gotten to my backside. His crown bounces around my skin as he slides his hands up my sides and pulls my hair to one shoulder.

Easton licks and sucks down my neck as his hands move to cup my tits, all while Keir devours my mouth.

Goodness.

With how much they’ve bickered, I didn’t believe they could share so seamlessly. They work in tandem, teasing and tantalizing me so well, my oversensitive system becomes aroused once more.

Keir’s crown bumps my stomach, and I snake a hand down to move him to my opening, but he wraps his fingers around mine. He pulls back from our kiss, and his gaze stays over my shoulder as he says, “Let’s get her onto her hands and knees.”

Easton doesn’t reply, but his hands move to my hips. He tugs, and Keir helps ensure I don’t face-plant into the bed or his thighs. My stoic alpha holds my top half up with his grip on my shoulders as I determine which way is up and finally put my palms flat on the mattress.

Easton keeps my legs between his and pulls me apart before thrusting deep.

I whimper, glaring over my shoulder at him. “A little warning would have been nice. Those piercings are dangerous.”

East chuckles. “You like being used. You assured me of itoverandoverlast time. I’m just obliging your wishes.” He pulls out and slides back in, his ladder piercings raking my inner walls.

Both their scents fill the small space, and I refocus on Keir. He has his massive dick in his hand, and the little string of precum at the tip makes me ravenous.

I dive down, teasing my tongue over the bottom of his shaft. Grabbing his hand, I bring it to my hair as Easton slaps his pelvis against my ass in punishing strokes that make everything fuzzy.

Smoky hazelnut hits my taste buds, and there’s no focusing on anything except sensation.

Chapter Thirty

Calder

The emergency nest Keir and I bought was a good find. Briar hunkers down in it and doesn’t want to leave. She’s been running a pretty consistent 105 to 106 fever, and she’s so incoherent that she completely misses when the guy comes to fix the heat the next day.

By mid-afternoon Friday, we have to turn down the newly working heat and strip the bed to replace the sheets.

We’ll thank Keir for having the foresight to buy an extra set. I thought they wouldn’t be necessary, considering the waterproof bed pad.

After multiple trips to the store, we finally break down and buy fruit, chips, and stuff for sandwiches. I also grab a ton of snacks and soup that can be microwaved, but Briar barely eats. Even during the times when she’s clear enough to watch a movie downstairs, she won’t eat more than a few bites.

All the research I’ve done says that once the heat starts, she should be pretty incoherent the entire time, with only short bursts of lucidity. But Briar is coming off over four years of suppressant usage. It’s hard to believe her father forced her to take them for so long, especially considering most of the information I’ve read says that suppressants shouldn’t be usedfor longer than twenty-four months in a row. And there should be a break of at least twelve months or four heat cycles before they can be prescribed again.

Obviously, Briar’s father had his own reasons for not allowing her to have a heat, but it pisses me off when I think about it.

I once again check my fail-safes to make sure no one has poked into Briar’s new identity. I spent hours the other day crafting an entirely new persona for her and swapping her out in our employee system.

Once that was done, I started the pack commitment paperwork. Vermont doesn’t call for a mandatory meeting with a judge unless our case is flagged.

I’ll be relieved once we can check the contents of Chelsea’s package and get the hell back to Vermont. This place isn’t terrible, but I like order and routine. There’s also something about being at my desktop setup that helps me feel at ease. Plus, I’ve got a lot more protection built in on my office computers than I do on my laptop.

It’ll just be nice to get back to Easton’s house and settle in behind his security fence. His house also has a real nest.

I guess I should start thinking of it asourhouse. I’m a little sad that I’ll have to move out and leave my grandparents, but I’ve already started searching for caregivers who can stop in to help them remember to take their meds and even help with meals.

It’s also not like I’ll be far away or like I’ll never go visit.

My apartment is only ten minutes away from Easton’s house.

I haven’t told my grandparents that Briar and I bonded, but I know they’ll be happy for us. It just seems like something I should do in person, so I can introduce them.

I’ve kept a close eye out for any information that would indicate someone has noticed Jameson is missing. There hasn’t been a single thing, which is a good sign, but even then…

The cops are fond of having a body to prove murder. They’ll never find his, so they can investigate his disappearance all they’d like.

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