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My cock strains painfully against my zipper, but Harlow takes all my attention right now.

“Just enough to get her home.” Parker’s voice sounds like it is scratching against his throat.

Her face contorts beautifully each time Carver pumps his fingers into her tightness and then pulls out teasingly slow.

I push him to one side and plunge my tongue inside her, adding a finger and sliding it over her inner wall, feeling her sweet spot just enough. And she cries out as she comes hard and fast.

“Drive.” I yell. “We need to get her home now.”

Asher floors it, the tires spitting gravel as we tear down the driveway.

Harlow is pacified for now, but soon those whimpers are going to echo around the enclosed space of the SUV, and next time I doubt her alphas are going to be so restrained.

The car screeches outside the house.

Parker scoops up Harlow as if she weighs nothing, urgency fueling him.

Harlow shudders in Parker’s arms and pants. “I can’t…” She bites her lip as another wave of heat rolls over her.

“Hold on.”

I jog alongside them as they head inside.

“Let me help you.” I take charge as soon as Parker sets her down gently on her nest in her room.

Harlow looks around wildly—pillows tossed everywhere—and finally meets my gaze. “I need...everything! Where are the cushions?”

“You have everything here,” I reassure her while picking up a few stray pillows. “Just tell me what you need.”

She shakes her head frantically. “No…no… I only need them.” Her eyes glisten with desperation and longing.

“We’ll be waiting for you,” I promise softly, before leaning down to kiss her lips. “And trust us,” I whisper against her mouth before stepping back and watching as she starts to prepare her nest.

Chapter 31

Asher

“I need a knot,” Harlow begs. Her eyes are on mine as I stand at the doorway.

“Can your alphas enter your room?” I ask her.

She shuffles to the edge of her nest, grabs a blanket and holds it against her as she watches me.

“Please…” Her voice has an edge to it. Like she is trying to stay calm, like she is trying to hold on to the last bit of lucidity she has.

But it’s the way her eyes bore into mine that makes my cock and knot both throb as I make my way inside her room.

I stand at the edge of her nest looking at her. She’s flushed but beautiful. Her gorgeous eyes are now dark and watchful.

“Where are my alphas?” she asks, glancing behind me.

“They are coming.”

Her breathing is ragged, her shoulders rising and falling with each intake.

But it’s her scent that floats around, coating my skin…my lungs…and making my blood race, because my alpha knows she is mine.

“Beautiful,” Parker says behind me.

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