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“Good, baby?” he asks. I don’t answer, of course I’m good. With what little leverage I have, I use my arms and my toes that are stationed on the blue tile floor to move up and down.

A near scream escapes me as I slide back down on each of their cocks. I have two sets of hands on me. I’m not sure whose are what and where. But they work to move me up and down, continually impaling me on them. It hurts in a good way. The stretch I was craving. All I can think about in this moment is how good it’s going to feel to cum and how much I need this.

“So, good. Look at you taking both of us. Such a good fucking girl,” My Alpha says, and it has me increasing my pace. The grip of their hands on my waist is strong. At this point, they’re putting more work in moving my body than I am.

“It might be too much,” my Beta says and I shake my head no. I want it. This stretch, while intense, isn’t too much, not at all.

My Alpha grabs my chin hard, forcing me to look into his eyes. “You’re sure?” he says, and I nod my head yes.

It’s then he pushes me down further, pushing his knot into my cunt. I can’t breathe, I can’t fucking think. All I can do is whimper and moan against his throat. My pussy is both drenched with satisfaction but whimpering from the stretch.

“Fuck,” my Beta says behind me. He’s still not even moving as my Alpha’s knot swells. It’s a feeling I’ve never felt before and it has me completely surrendering to the pleasure mixed with pain.

My pussy clenches, making both men groan. I can feel thighs shaking beneath me, but other than that, I can only sense my orgasm. It’s so sharp and clear I can’t help it when I bite down on my Alphas shoulder. My bite won’t do anything, but it feels like a cathartic release as I spasm over the top of him. I can only focus on my own body, nearly shutting down from the overwhelming pleasure when I realize both men have reached their releases as well.

I’m still knotted to my Alpha and there isn’t much room for Emmett to pull out either. My mind feels less fuzzy.

The words of praise and encouragement are also helping me cling to the surface.

“So good, you did so good, baby.”

“Sugar, that was fucking insane.”

We’re all a debauched mess and covered in sweat. Dom’s pheromones are nearly drowning me as my nose is pressed against his shoulder. But Emmett’s sweaty chest resting on my back helps center me. Dom has his arms around both of us, and it feels amazing.

“This is really nice,” I say dreamily.

“You back with us, Kelsey?” Emmett asks, and I nod my head.

“Yeah, I think it’s over.”

“I find myself relieved, yet sad at the same time,” Emmett says and I can’t help but to laugh. When I do, both men groan as my pussy inadvertently squeezes both of them.

“Once my knot goes down, we can shower and go home. I think we all need some rest, and a few different conversations need to happen.”

I grimace. “Maybe my heat isn’t over,” I say, and Dom’s laughter lets me know that he doesn’t believe me for a second.

I can’t help but to feel guilty that the two people I need to talk to the most are on the other side of this bathroom door.

Chapter 36

Theroomfeelswarmand soft. Not like the nest at Heat Haven, this feels more comfortable and familiar. When I blink my eyes, I’m slightly disoriented. Trying to remember how I got from the bathroom, from my rented nest to the nest in my home. I wince as I turn to my left. My body is sore and tender everywhere. My hips, calves, and thighs nearly tremble from the exertion over the past few days. Don’t even get me started on how everything down under feels.

I groan as I blink again. A sleeping Cameron is next to me, not touching me, not moving. How long have I been asleep? And where is everyone else?

When I look at his sleeping face, I sigh. Remnants of my heat flash through my mind. How Cameron was there even though we hadn’t spoken about what happened. How he still was struggling with jealousy, but Shyla helped him get through it. How he talked me down in moments of insecurity. I want to melt into the mattress when I think about how I acted during my heat. I can’t remember everything, but I remember the feeling of being rejected and my dramatic tears after.

Is that how Cameron feels all the time?

His chest rises and falls with his deep breaths. He doesn’t snore, but right now a gentle noise escapes his lips every time he breathes. I’m not looking forward to these conversations with Cameron and Shyla, but I know they need to happen. I feel slightly less daunted by the task, knowing that they each showed up for me when I needed them the most. That must mean that they are still invested in me, invested in this pack.

Cameron’s breathing slows. It’s not as deep as before. He speaks with his eyes closed. “How long are you planning on staring at me while I sleep?” he mumbles.

“There was no time limit, really.”

He rolls onto his side to look at me. It reminds me of the day I saw his nest and we connected for the first time. Even though Cameron might struggle differently than I am, we understand each other in a way that no one else in our pack would. We’re more in tune with each other’s needs.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks me. He sounds hopeful that I’ll just say no.

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