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I give her what she needs, pressing deep until my knot pops in and swells to its full girth, locking us together. The sensation of her tight heat squeezing around me, combined with Asher's clever tongue, sends me over the edge. I come with a growl, filling her as she shakes apart beneath me.

We collapse together, both panting and trembling. Asher pulls back with a satisfied smirk, his lips shiny and swollen. Silascontinues stroking him slowly as he watches us, his green eyes darkening.

"Beautiful," Silas murmurs, and I'm not sure which of them he's talking about. Probably both.

Jordan shifts slightly, making us both gasp as the movement tugs at where we're tied together. "How long?" she asks softly, her cheeks flushed pink. I find myself wondering if she's ever taken an alpha's knot before. She probably doesn't know what to expect.

"Usually about twenty minutes," I tell her, running my hands soothingly down her sides. "Just relax. Let us take care of you."

She nods, melting into my touch. Her scent has softened slightly, satisfaction evident in the way it mingles with mine. With all of ours.

"It feels so good," she pants, squirming a little. Each subtle movement makes her clench around me and I have to bite back my groans.

"You feel good, too," I breathe. "Fucking incredible."

She snuggles up against my chest, burying her face in the crook of my neck. I dig my hand into her hair and breathe in her scent, having a hard time believing this is real, considering where we were less than a day ago.

"Rest while you can," Asher tells her with a knowing smile. "Silas still needs his turn."

Jordan's scent blossoms with interest at that, making me chuckle. "Are you that hungry for another knot while you've still got one inside you, little omega?"

"Can you blame her?" Asher asks, pressing kisses along her collarbone. "She's got a lot of lost time to make up for."

I growl playfully at that, pulling her closer. "Then I guess we'll just have to help her catch up."

Jordan laughs softly, the sound making my chest warm. This is right. This is perfect. This is everything we've been missing without even knowing it.

And we're never letting her go.

36

JORDAN

Iwhimper as Dante's knot finally subsides enough to slip free, leaving me empty and aching. The heat is already building again, making my skin feel too tight and my core throb with need. Suppressing my heats for so long has left me completely unprepared for the intensity of this one, even with my recent indulgence.

"Shh," Dante soothes, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. "Silas will take care of you now."

Strong hands grip my hips, turning me onto my stomach. I gasp at the sudden movement, but Silas’s familiar leather and bourbon scent wraps around me soothingly.

“Just try to relax,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.

I nod into the pillow, already spreading my legs wider in invitation. My body feels like it's on fire, desperate for his touch, his knot, anything to ease the burning need inside me.

Silas enters me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. The stretch is delicious, making me moan into the pillow as he fills me completely. His hands are gentle but firm on my hips, holding me steady as he begins to move.

"So perfect," he growls, setting a steady rhythm that has me gasping with each thrust. "You take me so well."

Asher shifts beside us, his scent mingling with Silas’s as he strokes my hair. "She's amazing, isn't she?" he says softly, and the pride in his voice makes my chest tight.

I turn my head, catching sight of his arousal. Without thinking, I lean forward to take him into my mouth. His surprised gasp turns into a low moan as I swirl my tongue around him, tasting the metal of his piercings. They're cool and metallic against my tongue, a stark contrast to his sweet taste.

"Fuck," he breathes, his fingers tangling in my hair. "That feels incredible."

Silas growls behind me, his thrusts growing deeper. The dual sensations are overwhelming—Silas’s cock stretching me perfectly while Asher's piercings tease my tongue. Their combined scents fill my lungs with every breath, making my head spin. It's so fucking good.

I lose myself in the feeling of being surrounded by pack, by safety, by love.

I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as Dante moves behind Asher, his hands sliding possessively over the other omega's hips. The sight makes my chest tingle with a soft purr. Asher's honey-sweet scent grows stronger as Dante's fingers trail lower, teasing between his cheeks.

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