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Feels so damn good.

Rhys cups Belle’s cheek and begins stroking his cock with quick, terse movements. He keeps his cock pointed at her and when his release comes, he soaks her face and chest.

Knowing she’s been painted in their cum is too much.

Exhausted, Rhys and Knox toss themselves down on opposite sides of the bed, trusting me to finish off the job.

I pinch Belle’s clit as she grinds herself down on me to take my knot. She writhes against my knot to help work herself toward another orgasm, and I give her the clit pressure she needs to get there as she rides me for all she’s worth.

Her body tenses, and her thighs shake. I strum her clit to help take her the rest of the way there.

She breaks. Her body clamps down, milking my cock as she screams, and I use up some of the last of my energy to avoid squeezing my eyes shut because I want to watch every moment. Her eyes roll back as she sobs through the pleasure.

Overwhelmed and wrecked, but still so fucking beautiful.

I snap my jaw and growl, hands tightening on her hips as I spill into her again, my knot pulsing. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve spilled my seed in this pussy since the start of her heat.

She collapses against my chest, her eyes fluttering shut as she lets out a soft hum.

I suck in deep breaths and run my hand gently over her back. “You did so good for us again. So, so good.”

I hold her until her breathing evens out and her soft whines fade into tiny, contented sighs.

Knox drags himself out of bed to grab a towel and returns to stand by the side of the bed, looking down at us. He strokes his thumb across Belle’s cheek, rubbing some of Rhys’s cum into her skin. Then he moves his hand to her ass and does the same with his cum.

Even though we haven’t bonded Belle, we’ve claimed her in other ways.

Knox takes his time gently wiping her off. We can’t leave her so wet and risk her catching a chill. I watch the way he lovingly cleans her up, my heart full.

She’s ours.

And I’m never going to let her forget it.

ChapterTwenty-Eight

Rhys

There’s a glorious pussy in my face and an enthusiastic mouth on my cock.

Clearly, I have died.

Yes, tragically and heroically fallen in the line of duty from an overload of orgasm. A true workplace hazard. My soul must’ve rocketed out of my body mid-thrust like a champagne cork flying through the air, carried away on pelvic glory.

I’ve died and awakened in what I can only assume is heaven’s secret sex lounge. The angels will walk through the room any minute now, slow clapping in awe of my omega-ravishing abilities. I’ll allow them to fawn over my skill, of course, because it’s the kind thing to do.

When you fuck like an absolute legend, you’re given divine aftercare. Pleasure is never-ending, and the safe word is “hallelujah”.

I want to knot my snow bunny again so badly. Otherwise, I would happily spend the rest of eternity locked with Belle in mutual pleasure, her mouth on my cock while I bury my face between her thighs like a devoted explorer on his most paramount expedition to date.

Belle giggles around my cock when my hips buck, and I groan like I’m actually dying.

“Belle,” I rasp, “if you make me come before I knot you, I will haunt your orgasms forever.”

My sweet omega lets go of my dick with a teasing pop and twists around to kiss her way up my abdomen. She drags her lips teasingly through my chest hair and keeps working her way up until her entire body is flush with mine. She sucks at the hollow of my throat with a pleased hum that makes my spine arch.

She seems to be growing more lucid, alerting us to the fact that her heat is likely starting to draw to an end. This could be our final round together, and that realization hits me like a punch to the gut. I hope we get a dozen more of her heats together. A hundred. All of them. Forever.

My knot throbs with anticipation.

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