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“Lena is very eager,” Gunnar grunts, pushing his fingers deeper. “Her asshole is sucking us in.”

“I need your knot,” I moan, longing to reach our destination. I can’t help the shameless moans that escape me, my ass arching higher, silently begging for more.

I’m vaguely aware of the limo driver just beyond the partition, but I’m too lost in pleasure to care if he hears me.

“Your sounds are too beautiful to waste,” Damon murmurs, freeing his thick cock from his pants. It springs free, heavy, and flushed, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. “Open your mouth, omega. Let me silence those pretty moans from our driver. That’s only for us, baby.”

I part my lips obediently, and Damon guides his cock into my mouth, the musky, sweaty taste of him exploding across my tongue. He sighs in pleasure as I take him deeper, his hand firmly gripping my hair to control my movements.

Meanwhile, Max and Gunnar continue their relentless assault on my ass, adding a third finger that makes me moan around Damon’s cock. The vibration causes him to thrust deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat.

“Fuck her ass harder,” Damon orders, his voice strained as he fights to maintain his composure. “I want her coming just from that.”

Their fingers drive into me with renewed vigor, curling and scissoring, stretching me in ways that send electric pulses of pleasure throughout my body. My pussy clenches on nothing, desperate for attention, but the alphas are focused solely on my ass, determined to fulfill their pack leader’s command.

The dual sensations of Damon’s cock sliding between my lips and the fingers pumping into my ass create a perfect storm of pleasure.

My stomach begins to clench, that telltale pressure building rapidly, my voice muffled against Damon’s cock.

“I think she’s close,” Max observes, his free hand gripping my thigh tightly. “Her pussy is gushing with slick.”

“Come from your ass, omega,” Damon growls at me, his cock still buried in my mouth. “Show us how much you love being filled by your alphas.”

My orgasm crashes through me with stunning force, my entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure radiate outward from my core. I feel a rush of slick gushing from both my pussy and my ass, soaking their fingers and probably the limo seat below me.

“Holy fuck,” Gunnar growls as they continue to work their fingers through my spasming hole, prolonging my pleasure until it borders on pain. “She’s fucking drenched.”

I whimper around Damon’s cock as they slowly withdraw their fingers, the sudden emptiness making me clench around nothing.

The lewd, wet sound of their exit brings a fresh wave of embarrassment crashing over me.

“Such a responsive omega,” Damon praises, finally withdrawing his cock from my mouth and tucking himself away with obvious reluctance. “And we’ve only just begun.”

The limo begins to slow, and I realize with a jolt that we’ve arrived at our destination. Gunnar and Max help me sit up, adjusting my wedding dress to cover me, though nothing can be done about the mess of slick coating my thighs.

“We’re here,” Max announces, peering out the window. “The perfect hideaway for our honeymoon.”

My legs feel wobbly as Damon helps me from the limo, my ass still tender from their attention.

We’ve stopped in what appears to be a secluded forest clearing, with towering pines creating a natural privacy screen around a stunning log cabin. Solar lights illuminate a stone pathway leading to the front door, and I can see the flicker of firelight through the windows.

Damon scoops me into his arms without warning, carrying me bridal-style toward the cabin while Max and Gunnar follow with our luggage.

“Do you like it?” Damon asks, his lips brushing against my forehead. “We had it built special for you.”

CHAPTER35

Damon

My cock throbs painfully as I carry Lena through the forest path toward our honeymoon cabin. Her small body is cradled against my chest, the delicate scent of vanilla from her skin making my mouth water with each step.

The weight of her in my arms, knowing she’s mine—our pack’s—to claim properly tonight has my alpha instincts roaring with anticipation.

My erection swings heavily between my legs as I walk.

“This place is beautiful, Damon,” she breathes, her eyes widening as she takes in the surrounding woods and the rustic cabin that appears through the trees.

I can barely focus on the scenery.

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