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Zayd pulls away from me, and I look down to see my juices all over his chin. He gives me a lazy smile, and the butterflies pick up.

“Come on, big guy, come kiss your omega. She needs it. She needs to taste how good she is off your tongue.” Knight purrs for me now, and I feel it all the way to my toes.

Zayd slides up my body, between my legs, and his weight presses into me as he softly sweeps his lips over mine. I open for him and taste myself on his tongue. Honey sweetness with his taste mixed in. I reach for his head and bring him closer, and I feel his hardness against my inner thigh.

Holy shit. He’s huge. Other than through his sweats, I haven’t even seen his cock, let alone any of theirs, and they have seen plenty of me.

“I want to see you...I want to see you both naked,” I say, and I feel Zayd freeze over me.

Knight comes in close and nips my ear. “We want you to see us naked too. Come on, big guy, let's show our little omega how lucky she is to have such a good-looking alpha as yourself.”

Zayd shifts a little as he shifts away from me, and Knight doesn’t move as he watches Zayd as he stands to his full height. “He’s so strong, our Zayd. Hot as hell...but you already know that.”

I smile over at Zayd, as he looks nervous. Shy guy, my sweet alpha. “So sexy, strong, and mine. My alpha. My Zayd.”

He drops his shoulders and takes the hem of his tee. I watch as he peels the soft white fabric up and over his chest, and that’s when I see the scar. It's huge and deep, though long healed. I understand why Knight said all that. He wanted Zayd to feel good about his body.

“Zayd, you're so strong. I wanna touch you,” I say, and his eyes dart to mine. My chest swells at how much this means to him, to me. That he shows this side of himself. I understand now that these are old scars, but they still run deep.

He drops his sweats and I gasp at the size of the heavy length between his legs.

Knight nips the side of my throat and chuckles. “He’s big and strong. And that knot is gonna make you feel so much better buried deep inside.”

Zayd’s hand wraps all the way around his cock as he strokes himself and groans. I can see the wetness at the tip, and I want to taste him.

“I want to taste you, can I?” I reach out to him, and he takes a stumbling step forward, caught up in his sweats. He quickly kicks them off and comes to me.

“I can see someone very much wants you to taste him.” Knight’s tone is amused, yet sultry.

I reach for his Zayd’s length. His cock is heavy and hot in my hand as I stroke him down to his knot. It’s swollen, but not as much as it will be when it’s locked inside me.

I dart my tongue up and lick the tip, and his taste hits me like a drug.

I moan...and he growls.

CHAPTER 23

ZAYD

She sees me.

All of me.

And she isn’t scared or turned off by my scars. She just looked at me with that heated desire and wanted to taste me.

I do everything I can to stop myself from coming at the sound she makes as her hot little tongue sweeps over the head of my cock.

She moans, and I growl. It surprises me, the sounds I make with her around. Harley is healing me...I can feel it deep within my chest. My chest has opened, and she’s taken up a permanent space there. She’s moved in, and I never want her to leave.

The emotions flowing through the bond are heightening my own. Knight is turned on, and I can feel him just as strong as I feel my own emotions. It’s taking everything in me to calm my racing heart and not embarrass myself by coming too early. Before I even have a chance to help her through this pre heat.

“You wanna feel that enormous cock deep in your cunt?” Knight purrs into her ear, and she shivers at the words. His words are changing the more heightened this becomes. If he loses control, I will stop him...but if I’m locked in Harley, I won’t be able to.

I watch him for a moment, trying to read him, in case he is holding back from me. He nods, and I can feel him through the bond. He’s okay. He’s not going feral anytime soon.

“Zayd, I need you,” Harley whimpers below me.

Knight shifts away from the bed and drops his shorts and then his tee, and I watch as her eyes roam his body. He’s gorgeous. How I should look. A little jealousy rolls through me, and his eyes meet mine.

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