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“As you wish, my sweet angel,” I breathe.

Behind her, Thomas places his arms on her shoulders, giving her a slow, deep massage, which forces her breasts and their rock-hard tips up and forward. Nico returns to suckling on those astonishing breasts, pressing them together and squeezing both nipples in turn. She squirms with pleasure, moaning as her slick continues to wash over me with each deepening thrust inside her inviting warmth.

Her legs squeeze around me, trapping me in the only place I want to be, enveloped in these thighs. My hands curl around the soft flesh there. The variety of sensations from all three of us must be overwhelming.

I feel her core squeeze around my cock and hold it there on the last thrust, as my seed erupts out of me and spreads into her.

Thomas leans back against the sofa, his hands resting around her hips as I lean into her, pressing my chest to her naked breasts, holding her tight to me through the pulsing of her orgasm. Finally, she goes limp, her hands reaching up to my shoulders and circling around the back of my neck. Her lips meet mine and crash like the ocean against me, her song flooding my cells.

I want her, I want this, every moment of every day. This Omega is our life, our past, our future—everything we needed. Everything we waited for.

I pull out and she lets go, an exhausted but triumphant smile on her flushed face. Thomas slides along on the sofa and together we lean her back into the corner where she sat earlier.

I grab a blanket from the bed and cover her. Nico leans against the sofa on the floor, resting his head against the armrest, gazing up at our Omega—our Omega.

She wants to be ours. Hell, I think she’d let us mark her. But we have to take certain steps. We have to let her and Kai have a moment to talk things through.

And then, oh, holy mark that I’ll place on her skin the second she asks. Marking her with my scent, with all our scents. Letting the world and every other Alpha in it know that she is spoken for, she is protected, she isours.

CHAPTER30

Kai

For a minute,I can’t figure out where I am. I wake up with the glands in my throat swollen like watermelons. I reach for the nightstand and that’s when I see her small form, silhouetted in the light slipping in my open hotel bedroom door from the larger common area outside.

“Kai,” she whispers.

I pull back the covers and half-sit up. I take a sip of the water I left on the nightstand, then I gesture, and she enters, quietly closing the door behind her.

With the dim light of the bedside lamp, I can see she’s wearing Holden’s giant t-shirt and the shorts she pulled on after the show. I know they all had sex—the scent from her glands and the whiff of slick tell the tale of what happened after I went to bed. Not that I expected any less. But I’m surprised she’s here now.

I don’t know why. If she’s been with them all twice now, she must have interest in our pack. Which includes me.

Unless she’s doing this just to kill me.

“Jez,” I say, glancing at my phone on the nightstand. “It’s 5:15. Are you okay?”

Then it occurs to me. “You’re still here. Do you want me to walk you back to your room?” I rub my head. The sore throat isn’t as bad. Mostly now I just feel tired. Juice and vitamins and a ginger shot and some coffee in a few hours and I’ll be doing a whole lot better.

She walks over to the bedside and sits down, placing a hand on the cover beside her. She blinks, and I see her eyes dry but wide in the ambient city lights slanting in through the blinds.

“I just want to get warm. Can I join you?”

Her voice is soft, but not afraid.

Please don’t break me.

“Of course, Jez.” I pull the covers back, a little irritated the others left her to presumably sleep on the sofa out there, but everyone was drinking so much it isn’t a surprise. And if she’d wanted to head out, she would’ve.

The fact is, she’s still here.You arsehole, she’s here for you.

I struggle to believe that, but as her warm body slips in beside me and she turns to face away so that I’m the big spoon behind her, I feel my Alpha roaring up, reading to accept that this is her way of telling me the truth I’ve longed to hear.

She really is beautiful. Determined, focused, fiercely independent, ambitious, hard-working.

Holds a grudge like a pro, I think with a smile.

The truth of the matter is, I’m in rut. Part of the reason I caught this fucking cold, since being in rut lowers an Alpha’s immunity while everything in the body hyper-focuses on following the sex drive wherever it leads. And painfully so.

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