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Even irritated with him, I can’t stay annoyed long with Silver crying out in surprise as one climax turns into another, her whole body trembling like a leaf. She feels so good, wet and tight, that I’m emptying into her with a shock of pleasure that has me spilling ropes of cum deeply into her body again, growing mindless and lightheaded with her.

I’m fucking breathless by the time I come down from another mind-shattering high, and it takes me a moment to realize Silver is limp against me, breathing just as hard. Rage is grinning at her as he spanks her ass gently, and I’m cursing when Silver pulses around me before relaxing again, her breathless laugh tickling my ear as she hangs onto me like a limp noodle.

“Catch your breath, Sunshine,” my brother warns, a manic look on his face that I can understand. I’d be going postal if the roles were reversed. “As soon as his knot goes down and you unlock that sweet, little pussy from around my brother, you’re mine.”

Her walls pulse, and I chuckle through another groan. “She likes that idea. She keeps squeezing around me.”

“Fuck yeah, she does,” he rumbles, before leaning in to press a kiss against Silver’s spine. When he pulls back, he says, “I’m going to get something to clean you both.”

He disappears a moment later, leaving me with a loose and satisfied omega still latched onto my knot. As she rests comfortably against me, still trying to catch her breath, I bundle her closer and carry her out of the closet and into her nest. She moans with every shift of our bodies, my knot rubbing and tugging at her lock, and I bite my cheek against the lust and humor that collides inside of me.

The moment I reach the middle of her nest, I lay us both down, Silver on her back with my body sprawled all over hers. I dwarf her smaller frame, her lithe body tiny compared to mine, and there’s not an inch of her that isn’t draped with me. She doesn’t seem to mind one bit, her legs tangling with mine as her hands press into my back, tugging me so close that I’m resting a decent amount of my body weight on her. I lie my head on a cushion beside her head, facing her and watching as she smiles softly at the ceiling, her eyelids half mast with a loopy expression I really love seeing on her face.

Sighing, Silver turns her head and nuzzles her nose against mine, her voice coming out as an almost whisper when she asks, “So, how long does this usually last?”

I grin at her. “Why? You want to get rid of me or something?”

“I mean, I was promised two knots,” she teases, hugging me tighter as though she’s actually afraid I might leave.

I playfully sigh, nodding like I’m put out by the idea, before telling her, “We did do that, didn’t we? Why did we do that?”

She bites my chin in retaliation and my purr kicks up once more. The effect is instant, Silver melting into the comfortable bedding beneath us, with a deep, content sigh.

Chuckling, finding myself at ease and relaxed, beyond ecstatic to have Silver under me and filled with my knot and cum, I run my nose along hers before leaning in for a slow, exploring kiss. She kisses me back slowly, her own tongue mapping out my lips like mine does hers. We’re learning one another with playful nips and nibbles, and long, drawn-out kisses that melt my insides as I continue to purr for her. Continue to purr for the only woman I’ve ever purred for, the same as Rage.

By the time we separate, her eyes are drooping with exhaustion and I whisper, “We won’t be stuck like this for too long. Get some rest before my brother steals you away.”

She smiles tiredly at me, a sweet look of serenity on her gorgeous face, and she whispers, “I’ll rest my eyes. Tell Rage I’m all his as soon as I can be.”

“You betcha, gorgeous,” I promise, leaning in for one more kiss before pulling back and nuzzling into her neck, pressing soft, butterfly kisses over her neck and shoulder.

In no time, Silver’s breathing evens out and she grows silent, so much so that I’m convinced she’s resting. So, when Rage finally comes back with two towels and a strangely content look on his face I don’t think I’ve ever seen on him before, I decide to get my own back for the shit he pulled earlier. Keeping my voice low, I confidently declare, “She fell asleep. Said one of us being enough for her, that she was tired, so she’ll slot you in tomorrow or something.”

I receive a puny punch to my ribs not a second later, right before Silver sleepily drawls, “I did not, you filthy liar.”

I’m laughing loudly and burying my face back into her neck a moment later, enjoying her warmth and feeling her against me, muttering to my brother, “She’s all yours once her greedy pussy lets me go.”

Rage and Silver both snort, and I don’t bother looking up when the air shifts around us and I hear my twin moving into the nest with us. He’s lying beside us the next moment, sprawled along mine and Silver’s side, and he kisses her jaw before telling her, “I’ll wait however long you need me to, Sunshine.”

And just like that, she relaxes enough to finally drift off to sleep, her lock loosening only a smidge. It’s not enough to free my knot, but I’m not complaining. I stay exactly where I am, content to remain between Silver’s thighs, and doze in and out of consciousness while my brother runs his fingers gently over whatever skin Silver has exposed that isn’t hidden beneath me.

Chapter 17

Silver

I wake sometime later empty and frowning, already missing the feel of Haze’s knot lodged inside me, even while I slept.

Blinking my eyes open, I spy Haze sleeping peacefully beside me instead of over me, his arm slung over my chest as he breathes deeply. Smiling at him, positively giddy after taking him and his knot, crossing a barrier between him and his brother that makes me feel all kinds of gooey things, I reach a finger toward his face and run the fine touch of the tip over his nose and cheek.

“Better be careful. He’s a miserable bastard first thing after waking up,” Rage warns quietly from behind me, and it’s then that I feel the heat of his body lined against mine.

Grinning at Haze, I whisper, “I find that hard to believe. You’d be the miserable one if I were to hazard a guess between you both.”

Rage snorts and nuzzles into my neck. “Got us pegged already, huh?”

“From day one,” I assure, rolling over to face him, running my eyes over his messy chocolate hair, his stormy-blue eyes, and the twitch of his lips that I know to be a smile he’s hiding. Reaching my hand out to his face, I offer him the same treatment as I did his brother, trailing a feather-light touch over the bridge of his nose, across his cheeks, and over his lip, only for the bastard to playfully nip at me and make me flinch back with a laugh.

“That sound could cure the world, I’m convinced of it,” he whispers, finally letting that smile free, and I'll be damned if it doesn’t take my breath away. You’d think, because I’ve seen Haze smile enough that it wouldn’t make a difference if I didn’t see Rage’s, since they’re close to identical. Alas, there is a difference, proven now with the beauty that is Rage’s smile. Where his brother smiles with vibrancy and ease, Rage smiles with a quiet intensity, both beautiful in their own ways.

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