Page 81 of Damaged Princess

"Feeling your pleasure…" Rafe growls. "It's too much. I'm coming."

Vik strikes as his cock explodes inside me. Wolfe spits a bunch of curse words that don't make sense as he swells inside my ass. Rafe spills sticky cum on my tongue, and maybe I'm coming again or maybe I'm still coming. I have no clue.

All I know is, as the bond settles into place I'm completely fucking content and thoroughly satisfied. I've claimed all my alphas.

We fuck and cuddle the next several hours away. Vik and Wolfe sneak out while I'm drawing random patterns on Rafe's chest. I know something is up when they come in with a bunch of boxes.

"What's this?" I ask, sitting up. I feel like such a cliché omega, but my stomach flutters with excitement.

"Courting gifts," Rafe says, putting his glasses on.

"We're already bonded," I say, laughing and shaking my head.

"Yeah, sorry, dollface. We're a little behind," Wolfe says, placing a box in my lap.

"That's okay," I assure him. "Can I open it?"

"That's the idea," Vik says, chuckling.

I rip into it and squeal. It's filled with clothes. I pull out several comfy sweater dresses. They're practically all Evie wears and she gifted me a few when we first started hanging out.

"They're my size," I whimper. "Thank you!"

"Keep going," Rafe says, kissing my cheek.

I dig in the box and there are several sets of bras and underwear, a soft fluffy scarf, and a few t-shirts.

"I love it," I tell them truthfully.

"Moving on," Vik says, placing a giant box on the top step. "It's too heavy for you to hold."

I'm in one of Rafe's t-shirts, but I'm sure I flash them all as I scramble to the box. Vik unfolds the top and a strangled gasp escapes as I get a look at what's inside.

"You didn't," I whisper.

"We did," Vik says, brushing his thumb over my cheek.

I pull out the photo album on top and sob like a lunatic when I see the pictures of my mom holding me as a baby.

"Thank you," I whisper, looking between the three of them. "I never let myself hope that any of this was saved."

Rafe sends pure comfort in the bond. Wolfe smiles, but his arms are crossed over his chest and he looks a little pouty.

"The gifts are from all of us," Vik says, bumping his shoulder against Wolfe's.

"I would have gotten them for you if I'd been there," Wolfe grumbles.

I laugh. "I know, and thank you."

"There are a couple more," Vik says, holding out a small box. It has a lift-off lid. Inside are all the letters my mother wrote me and gave me on each birthday. One each year until she died.

I immediately close the box as my head falls back. I look at the ceiling as tears run down the sides of my face.

"What's wrong?" Wolfe asks.

"Nothing," I assure them. "I didn't want to cry on them."

"It's okay," Rafe says, pulling me into his chest. He holds me, pouring comfort and steady strength through the bond as I try not to sob.

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