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“Peaches, look at the mirror on the wall.” He gently turned my head.
I watched as Evan entered me, his thick cock thrusting inside me as my inner walls quivered. He was big, and thick, and I felt so full between his hot dick and the toy in my ass. So full. So loved. My body threatened to explode with sensation as pleasure crashed over me in a way I never knew I needed.
“How does her pussy feel, Omega?”
“Perfect. She’s so nice and wet for me.” Evan moved. “Alpha, please. I need your knot.”
“Almost,” he growled.
In the mirror, I saw Wes behind Evan, stroking his ass as he sucked on the bite mark on his neck.
“Peaches, do you like being fucked by my mate?” Wes asked.
My head flew back as Evan grabbed my hair, kissing me fiercely as his thrusts intensified.
“Yes, yes,” I cried between kisses.
“Alpha, please knot me,” Evan keened.
“Watch me take him as he fucks you,” Wes told me. His knot was mostly inflated, his cock hard as he thrust it inside Evan, who moaned.
Evan’s hand played with my clit as his thrusts intensified, matching Wes stroke for stroke as he pounded his ass, knot inflating as I watched in the mirror. Wes’ hand tangled in my hair. I whimpered, needing to come.
“That’s it. Come all over Evan’s dick,” he breathed. “Omega, come on my knot.”
Wes thrust his knot into Evan. I saw Wes’ jaw bite down on Evan’s neck and my whole body shuddered in release. As another scream ripped from my lips and warmth spurted insideme. My orgasm took me hard and fast, rippling through my body like whiplash.
Evan’s hands didn’t stop as I came, and came, himstill spurtinghis warm cum inside me, as our alpha crooned to the both of us.
“I come a lot,” Evan breathed in my ear, as he bit down gently on it.
We collapsed in a heap on the bed, me underneath the both of them, Wes’ knot locked in Evan, Evan still inside me. It didn’t feel suffocating, being under two large and muscular men. It felt safe, comfortable.
Wes purred, filling me with warmth. “I loved seeing my mates fuck each other. Beautiful,” he murmured. “Is everyone okay? Evan? Grace?”
“I like it.” I was so boneless that was all the words I could get out. It hadn’t been a week, and I wanted to stay. Sure, there was my work, but I could get a job here.
Wes was here–the love of my life that I had dreamed of across worlds.
So was Evan. My big teddy bear with the thick cock.
I was theirs. I wanted them to be mine, too.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Wes
The two people under me were mine. Their bodies, their souls. All mine. Mine to please. Mine to delight. Mine to protect.
Mine to fuck.
Any doubt I still had about Grace fitting with me and Evan, about not being able to do right by my omega by adding Grace, had disappeared the moment Evan took her as I knotted him.
Mine.
Contentedness hummed through the bond. I couldn’t quite feel Grace, other than a few happy sparks, but there was no doubt how she felt by the blissful expression on her face. It was the face of someone happy and well-fucked.
Sex, arousal, pheromones, and Evan’s perfume, which he gave off when aroused and ready to entice alphas into fucking him, filled the room, creating a heady cocktail that made me ache to have them again. Peach lemonade was becoming my favorite fragrance.
