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Any other day, any other time, I might tease them. But my heat is driving me, and wild ribbons of lust are dancing through me right now. So, with reckless abandon, I sink down on Jonah and then push back against Black. Each of them slides in another inch or two, and I repeat the process, but I must push Black too far, or else his alpha side is done giving up control because a second later, he pulls me roughly onto himself, fucking me with abandon. His pelvis slams into my ass and makes me smash down onto Jonah, who moans and twists his hands, pinching my nipples even more.
I feel so full. So good. “God fucking hell! Yes! Don’t you dare stop, Black Maddox!”
“You like when your alpha uses your ass, Elena?” Jonah asks softly from underneath me.
I look down to see his jaw clenched because he’s holding himself back. I’m sure this is the tightest I’ve ever felt for him—it’s the tightest I’ve ever felt with two cocks filling me up.
“Tell him you like it,” Jonah whispers.
“Fuck my ass, Alpha. It feels so damn good!” I pant.
Behind me, Black purrs.
Shit. That purr is my kryptonite.
I go into a tailspin, like a plane whose wings have ripped off. I’ve lost all control and all direction, and all I can do is spiral violently downward until I crash.
And oh, do I crash. At full speed, seven hundred miles per hour. There are no survivors as this orgasm knocks the breath from me.
Both my men groan as my pulsing body milks the cum from them and I fall forward, spent, onto my beta.
“Holy shit,” Jonah mutters underneath me, where he’s pinned.
“Holy shit is right,” I mumble into his shoulder before turning my head to rest on his chest.
“That’s only the first round,” Black murmurs contentedly as he pushes back my sweaty hair and plants a kiss on my cheek.
I giggle. Because I honestly can’t imagine a second round right now. But the fact that we’ll get a second round, and a third, and a lifetime after that … well, in my mind, that’s the most “holy shit” part of this whole night.
I have two fucking mates. The girl who thought she was an alpha, then a glimmer, and yet somehow ended up an omega, has two mates.
I’m not sure what the fuck the moon goddess was drinking when she decided on my fate. But right now, I’ll toast her and even pour her a second round.
EPILOGUE
ELENA
I stretchas I wake up to birdsong and soft golden light. The morning is as happy as I am, stretched out on the mattress in my attic nest room, snuggled in between my two mates. On my right, Jonah’s still sleeping, his mouth slightly agape, looking adorably young and vulnerable.
But when I turn and look to my left, I see that Black’s already awake, propped up on his elbow, and staring down at me while I slept.
I give him a small smile as I roll in his direction and snuggle into him. I nuzzle the base of his neck and then move my mouth over to my mark. I pull back my lips and let my teeth lightly graze it until he emits a soft moan.
“Don’t start things you can’t finish, princess,” Black warns. “The new pack house dedication is today.”
I sigh and pull my lips back because he’s right. There are a million little details left to go over and my speech to practice. “Fine. But after we’re done,mate,” I emphasize that word because I love the way his eyes light up whenever I say it. As if he can’t believe it’s quite true, even though it’s been two weeks. “You’re going to give me four orgasms for waiting.”
“Maybe. If you’re good,” he counters with a serious look that we both know is bullshit.
I toss a leg over him and then roll him onto his back to straddle him. My hair forms a curtain around me, and I stare down at his handsome face. The beard, the dark brow, those eyes that I once found so intimidating, but now I find so thoughtful. I reach out and cup his face, a moment of unexpected tenderness coming over me. “You know, I’ve never thanked you for kidnapping me.”
“What?” his response is startled; he clearly wasn’t expecting me to say something like that.
“That’s what started this whole thing … and if it hadn’t … we wouldn’t be here now. I’d probably have been taken and killed by those Dark Nights alphas—”
“Don’t even say that aloud. Ever,” he rebukes me.
“But … without you … none of this would have ever happened.” I gesture around myself at the nest, at the three of us, at myself. My heart is so full right now that it could burst from happy tears. I fought the draw to Black for so long, dismissing it as my wolf’s foolishness—but the moment I marked him, I knew it was meant to be. We’re made for each other.
