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I know my knot will go down much faster than usual during her heat, my body adjusting to the needs of my omega. Soon, she’ll undoubtedly start demanding another round. In the meantime, I want to enjoy this moment with her for as long as I can.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I drag her down to the bed with me and adjust us until we’re spooning. Belle passes out immediately, content for now.

“We should grab her some water and snacks before she wakes up,” Percy whispers.

I flash a quick look at him that I hope conveys a clear enough message:Do not let Rhys cook her food.Her omega might not be sweet enough to lie to him when she wakes up to eat.

He nods curtly in acknowledgement. “I’m going to go down and make her a protein smoothie and a charcuterie board. Rhys, I think she’d love it if you went and grabbed more of our clothes to put around the nest.”

Rhys clicks his tongue as if preparing to argue.

Percy quickly adds, “Your hoodies are by far the most cuddly material in the house, and she’ll love how much they smell like you. I’m sure you’ll know the best items from our rooms for her, too.”

Smart.

Percy knows how to play to Rhys’s silly ego. And Rhys has paid close attention to the things Belle eyes and gravitates toward in the house. I noticed that the first day she was here, when he kept handing her things she wanted before she seemed to work up the courage to ask for them.

Rhys and Percy both carefully roll out of the bed without disturbing Belle to head out on their respective missions.

I snuggle my face against Belle’s neck, inhaling her scent to help me relax with her. I’m keyed up from knotting her, and I focus on being happy in the aftermath with her. This is all that matters right now. Our omega.

ChapterTwenty-Seven

Percy

Belle lies on the bed looking like my wildest dreams. Her body seems permanently flushed from the many orgasms we’ve taken turns giving her since her heat started last night. Rhys and Knox are both still limp on the bed from our last round.

At this rate, I imagine she only has another day or two max before her heat ebbs off.

She’s going to be exhausted. Knox has had to use his bark to get her to drink water, and she’s resisted eating more than a snack. We’ve gotten her to eat fruit by making sure one of us eats her pussy at the same time, a system I won’t complain about any time soon.

She’s an absolute brat. And so perfect for us.

Her cinnamon scent has grown even sweeter, if that’s possible. The scent is soaked into every corner of this room, and I hope it stays this way forever.

She’s insatiable....

And she’s fuckingsoaked.

I press a kiss to her lower belly, trailing my fingers through the slick that’s already dripping from between her legs. Her pussy is twitching, greedy and flushed, still stretched open from taking knot after knot.

She’s a dripping, moaning mess. The more we give her, the more she seems to need.

My lips trail across her belly, kissing her on either side near her hips. I’m already reminiscing about all the ways we’ve had her so far and dreaming of new ways to take her.

Belle whines under my touch.

“Still hungry for me, omega?” I murmur, teasing my thumb over her clit. She jerks like the sensation is too much at first, but then pushes up against my touch.

Needy omega.

Myomega.

Belle gasps, her mouth falling open with a pleading whine. She’s too empty.

But not for long.

“I’ve got you,” I tell her, crawling up her body to kiss her lips. “Gonna fill you back up, sweetheart. Let me take care of you now.”

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