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I’d yearned for Craig for so many years, but my desire for Trace had leveled up to meet it. I’d never have believed that possible. But then, I’d never believed one of my fateds would be another alpha, and I wasn’t sure quite how that would come together.

We made out for a while, but eventually my wolf’s demands that we mate with and mark our mates became so loud, I could no longer ignore it. As if I wanted to. Craig’s lips were as tempting as ever, his breath warm and sweet as I wrapped him in my arms and took advantage of the opportunity to plunder his mouth with my tongue. Lucky we’d never even done this much because I’d have never been able to stop.

Warm hands massaged my back, lips nuzzling the crook of my neck and sending heat over my whole body. And then I knew what I wanted… Lifting from the kiss, I helped Craig onto hands and knees and knelt behind him. “I want us all to come together for the first time at once.” I slipped a hand between Craig’s cheeks to find him slick and hot. I actually hadn’t been sure if humans were slick…but ours was. I slid a finger into his hole, beginning to prepare him.

“How will this work?” Trace asked.

“I will take our omega while you have me? If you like the idea.”

A growl from behind me said it all. “Do you have lube?” Okay, it didn’t quite say it all.

“No, but maybe there is some in the bedside table or medicine cabinet?”

Footsteps padded away and returned. “Got it.” Trace caressed my bottom while I continued to prepare Craig. “Have you had someone inside you before, mate?”

“No.” And I couldn’t deny I was nervous. “But I’m game to try.”

“I’ll make it good for you.”

Words to shiver by. “I know you will.”

I removed my fingers from Craig’s hole and replaced them with my cock, reaching around him to grasp his substantial girth. I rocked my hips back toward Trace and felt the coolness of the lube as he worked it into my ass. This was happening. Then, his fingers retreated, and the blunt head of his cock prodded at my hole. I pushed forward at the same time and breached Craig’s ring of muscles, his body a tight glove around my cock as I thrust in and retreated. I jerked him at the same time, the three of us falling into a rhythm as smooth as if we’d practiced it ahead of time. My virgin ass would be sore in the morning, but I couldn’t make myself care right now because the sting blended in with the pleasure, and all of it swirled together.

All too soon, my balls were tightening and I grunted, trying to hold back. But then Craig’s cock pulsed in my fist, and hot cum poured over my fingers. That pushed me past any hope of stopping or slowing at all, and I filled him, just as liquid heat surged into me from behind. My knot swelled, holding me in place and as if he hadn’t been stretching me already, Trace knotted as well.

What little I’d ever heard said an alpha would only knot in an omega. Urban myth. A sharp sting at the back of my neck reminded me of what we were really doing here, and followed suit, sinking my teeth into Craig’s shoulder, the coppery taste of blood filling my mouth. I withdrew the bite and licked the wound closed before we all rolled to the side, still connected by Trace’s and my knots.

I’d never felt a connection to anyone like this before. It was headier than champagne and hotter than fire, and if anyone asked, I’d have requested to stay like this forever. But too soon, we were freed of our knots and panting as we recovered our breath.

“I want to mark you both too,” Craig whispered. “Can I do that?”

“Yes, you can.” I tilted my head, baring my neck to him. “And then we have a few other marks to make so we all wear one another’s.

Craig opened his mouth and closed it over my skin, but I felt no sharpness. He shook his head. “I can’t bite you. It will hurt.”

“Did it hurt when I marked you?” I asked, stroking his chest with my palm.

“Yes, but it also felt good.” He chewed on his lip. “Will it feel that way for you?”

“Yes. It did when Trace marked me.” I kissed him, easing his lip from between his teeth. “Do it, omega. I want to wear your mark.”

He shuddered. “You make it sound so hot.”

“Because it is.” I brought his head to my throat. “Mark me, omega.”

It hurt. There was a certain amount of sharpness in shifter teeth that eased the bite, and Trace had to lick the wound to stop the bleeding, but then we both marked him, and he left a respectable bite on Craig. And it was done.

And then we napped. In a puppy pile, all cuddled together and cozy.

“You’ve really never been together before? I mean in bed, of course,” Trace asked when we woke up a few hours later.

“I told you he’s never seen me naked,” Craig said. “Until tonight, we were only friends who wished for more but never so much as mentioned it.” We’d revealed a bit of this earlier, butwe were so close, I could see why Trace might think we’d already had something of at least a with-benefits status. “But this is so much better.”

I couldn’t have agreed more.

Chapter Eleven

Trace

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