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“Alpha,” I gasped, and with one last swirl of his tongue he was gone, and the searing shock of teeth was back, on the tender, pale skin inside my thigh this time. A single sob of joy burst from my lungs as I felt a satisfaction, a completion like I’d never known. My back arched off the bed as Theo’s fingers found my wet entrance, plunging inside, the heel of his hand on my clit as I ground against him desperately, feeling his arousal spark through me suddenly, and then Elias was there, his cock finding my hot center alongside Theo’s long fingers, the two of them working me into a soaring orgasm that left me starry eyed and shuddering through the aftershocks. I didn’t even have time to catch my breath before I was pulled toward the cliff once again, and once more, until the tears streamed down my face at the feeling of Elias’s and Theo’s orgasms. It was allso much–too much,I sobbed,and oh–

Was this what it would always be like now?I thought, and laughed out loud despite the tears. I would die of pleasure, of joy, of happiness.

Elias laughed, next, a rumbling chuckle from where he lay panting beside me on the bed.

“Ava,” he said, “you are… you feel…”

“I know,” I said, slumping against the pillow. “I feel it, too.”

“I feel it, too,” Michael said, and his tone made me open my exhausted eyes and look at him. He’d sat back to give Elias and Theo room–to claim me,the thought thrilled through my veins–and now he was wide-eyed, looking not at me, but at Elias. “I never–” he said, falling silent, and…

He was feeling Elias through our shared bond. Theo, too, who had a softness to his smile he rarely shared, an openness in his chocolate eyes that I had grown accustomed to only seeing early in the morning or late at night.

My heart swelled in my chest at the sight of my three alphas, and I felt tears prick against my eyes once again. I loved them, and to be able to give them this…

“I hadn’t thought,” Michael said, his voice threatening to crack. “I hadn’t thought about the bond being between Alphas, too, but it is, isn’t it, Ava?”

I smiled, nodding. “It’s not the same, since it’s…” I struggled to find the words for what I could so clearly feel, the invisible connections that flowed between me and each of the men. “It’sthrough me,” I finally settled on, even though that wasn’t quite right. “But… who knows?” I said. “I don’t know any other alphas who love each other quite like you do, so maybe…” I shrugged, my lips quivering.

“Thank you,” said Theo, wrapping his arms around my waist and drawing me alongside him. “You… This is a gift that we can never repay.”

“You already have,” I said, blinking back tears.

Their love for each other had always been there, even if they couldn’t feel it, not like this, and I loved them for it, too.

And alongside it, I could feel their love for me, forme: Ava Ava Ava Avawent thrumming through my heart, filling my chest to bursting.

“No,” Elias said, kissing my shoulder, just beside the claim that Michael had left there. “No, we haven’t, not yet. But we will. Every day.”

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Alpha Enchanted

A PACK OF PRINCES PREQUEL NOVELLA

John

I wasat the airport the next day, waiting at the gate for the book to arrive with its courier. I knew little about the woman who would be delivering it, just that her father was too busy and his daughter was unemployed. I got the distinct impression, from our brief transatlantic conversation, that he wanted her out of his hair.Well, I thought, as passengers began disembarking from the plane,even if she and I had nothing in common, at least our fathers did: they both found their children something of a nuisance.

I hadn’t had a chance to ask any questions, so I truly did not expect the beautiful young thing with the glinting hazel eyes and cascade of tousled hair to approach me as I stood with my homemade “Dupré” sign, did not expect the lipsticked pink lips to part, to ask, in a softly accented voice, “Prince Rare Books?”

I barely had the wherewithal to nod, as she tilted her head, her eyes seeming to consider me. Her hair slipped forward as she bent to put a small briefcase on the ground, and it was then that I realized: this woman–girl, almost, she couldn’t have been more than 22–was anomega.

The perfume that wafted from her hair wasn’t an expensive French eau de cologne–well, only inasmuch as she herself was French and her family was quite wealthy. The violet–or was it iris?–was overlaid with a sweet, syrupy smell that could only be omega; it went straight to my cock, and I hurried to pick up the suitcase. I held it in front of my crotch, hoping to disguise the undeniable effect she was having on me. Somehow, I didn’t think my camouflage worked. Her lips quirked, and her eyes traveled the length of my body, from my face down to my beat-to-hell loafers. They lingered suspiciously on the briefcase as they made their slow trip back to meet mine.

I realized I should introduce myself, and even managed a smile as I told her my name.

“I’m John Prince.”

Her roaming eyes widened a fraction, and I understood that she had thought I was the chauffeur, of course, or the secretary, but she recovered quickly, holding out a hand for me to–what? Kiss?

“Enchantée.”

I took her hand in mine, and–

What they said about omegas… I knew in that instant that it was all true.

A jolt of electromagnetic force seemed to pull our hands together, sending a pulse of static racing through my veins. The sensation–a flare of buzzing heat, pulsing in time with our heartbeats–traveled from my palm to my chest, my head, my… myproblembehind the suitcase was worsening.

I could understand, now, why alphas had fought over this. The feeling of her soft, small hand in mine pumped waves of unadulterated lust through my body, the scent of her filled my nose, making my mind fuzzy with want and my cock stand to attention. And the look on her face told me she was not unaffected: her lips had parted on a sharp intake of breath, her pupils wide, making her eyes look almost chocolate brown. There was a creeping flush slowly replacing the near-haughty expression she had worn on her youthful face.

And then she seemed to relax into the feeling, in a way I couldn’t imagine, not when my body was still so on edge. A small smile graced her lips, and one eyebrow raised, as she pulled her hand gently from mine.

“Shall we?” she asked.

It took me a moment to comprehend the question, but–yes. Whatever she wanted, we should.

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