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Time passes, and I feel like I’m losing my mind. Cayson has four fingers inside my ass. He thrusts, hard sometimes, slow other times, while Ezra remains painfully still. My body’s tense. My mind is crazed. All I want is for them to make me orgasm the way they had last time, before I go completely insane, but they seem to have other plans.

And then Cayson pulls his fingers out of my ass. I tense, wondering what’s coming next, when he spreads my ass again. This time, his cock nudges my entrance, and then he sinks intomy ass one inch after another. To my surprise, it really doesn’t hurt. It feels… tight, but good.

I hold Ezra tightly, our gazes locked as Cayson comes to his hilt. Then Ezra asks, “You okay?”

Nodding, I whisper, “I think it feels… good.”

Ezra smiles and kisses my neck. “Just wait.”

They start to move together, working like they’ve done this a thousand times before. Instantly, the sensation has me in complete shock. The rubbing of their two cocks against all my nerves makes it hard to breathe, hard to think. Even though they have such a careful rhythm, I can’t seem to care. I start to move between them, bucking and thrusting, trying to take them deeper and faster. They curse and start moving faster too to keep up with my rhythm, and it feels… amazing.

I throw back my head, chanting the word, “yes!” over and over again. Suddenly, my orgasm hits and I feel my body gushing with liquid as I ride them with abandon. Every nerve in my body is screaming with pleasure. Every muscle is tight. My head is spinning.

It takes Cayson less than a minute before his grip tightens on me, and he comes, right in my ass. And the feeling… it’s nice. Great. Amazing. Superb. Exceptional. I can’t quite find the right word. His cum coats my body, claiming me as his own.

Ezra is the last to go. A string of curses leave his lips and then his hot seed is spilling into me, making my channel wetter. Knowing that I got them off, feeling them inside of me, it makes another orgasm wrack my body that keeps pulling me under until I finally collapse between them, breathing hard.

After a long moment of us all breathing hard, Cayson says, “Good work, you made her squirt.”

“Squirt?” I ask, in confusion.

Cayson kisses my neck. “You got really wet, Jelly Bean.”

I feel my face flush with heat. “Is that okay?”

Ezra’s eyes lock with mine. “It’s more than okay. It makes us feel like fucking men.”

Cayson pulls out of me from behind and Ezra carries me to the bed. Ezra lays me down, him still inside of me, and asks, “Think you can go again?”

I’m embarrassed, but I nod my head.

Cayson climbs on the bed next to us. “Good, because we have a lot to still teach you.”

18

Faye

I walk into the ballroom,which is outfitted with a bunch of round tables draped with white cloths. Candles flicker merrily from the center of each table, the chandeliers lit and twinkling, making the ceiling and walls glow with golden light.

“Wow,” Addilyn says beside me.

“Right?” I mutter.

“They keep finding new ways to outdo themselves,” she says, turning to me with a grin as she squeezes my arm. “I wonder what new, hot men I'll be sat with tonight. There are a handful of ferals I wouldn't mind being eaten out by, I mean, I wouldn't mind eating with.”

“Addilyn!”

She winks at me. “Look who I'm talking to… you went to ride a boat but rode a hand instead.”

My face is on fire. “I'm never telling you anything again!”

And then we're both laughing until we tire ourselves out. Then her face shifts, the merriment fading away, and she just looks nervous. Which is so unlike her.

She takes a deep steadying breath beside me. “Wish me luck today, Faye. I’m starting to think if I don’t bond with an alpha soon, I’m going to end up being stuck with a beta.”

“That only happens if you don’t match with an alpha foryears.” Once omegas are considered past their ‘prime,’ betas are given a shot to see if they can bond with the omegas. And even if they don’t, they can just choose to be paired off. No one really cares what happens to them at that point. “You’re going to be fine, Addilyn. You have plenty of time.”

She wipes her hands on the side of her outfit. “If you say so. I just hope the brothers choose to sit with me. I liked them. I just don’t know if they liked me too…”

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