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I didn’t imagine I might end up with two sweet, sexy Omegas, but it’s so fucking perfect I don’t want this claiming to end.

Zey releases Dale’s cock from her swollen lips and rises to her feet in front of him.

Taking his head in her hands, she kisses him slow and deep while I find a rhythm with my hips that feels good and makes him break the kiss to gasp in a few sharp breaths.

“Are you sure you’re not an Alpha?” Dale asks, resting his head against my shoulder.

“I’m all Beta,” I tell him, as I keep going.

Zey smiles at me. “He’s just big.”

“Uh huh,” Dale murmurs.

“Ask her if she’s ready,” I remind him.

“Huh?” he asks, clearly so close to the edge that he can barely think straight.

“Ask Zey if she’s ready to be claimed.”

“Oh!” he exclaims. “Zey, are you—”

“I’m way beyond ready, Dale. Are you?”

“Way, way beyond.”

Chapter Sixty-Six

Zoey

I’m a naked, satisfied mess when Russ gets done playing Alpha, and watching my Beta take care of Dale makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. I pick up my clothes and find them more covered in slick and cum than I am . Damn. Two wardrobe changes today and I’m not even on stage.

“I think I might need a shower,” I tell Russ, once he’s done helping Dale get his pants back up.

Russ looks at my ripped top and soaked skirt and laughs. “You can’t put that back on.”

“I know!” Quite literally, for the cami that’s been torn down the front. It’s ruined.

He unbuttons his shirt and takes it off, giving Dale a good look at his slim, toned physique.

I let Dale take the ruined skirt and top from my hands, and Russ helps me into his shirt.

He wraps his arms around me from behind once my arms are through the sleeves and slowly puts the buttons through the holes, from the bottom one up to the third from the top.

Then, he kisses my cheek before he lets me go.

“Shower and change, and then we can bring lunch out to the poolside,” he tells me.

“I like the sound of that plan.”

“Is this a shared shower we’re talking about?” Dale asks.

“Uh, no,” I tell him, laughing when he looks disappointed. “You two can go for it if you’re into that, but I like to have a nice hot shower all to myself.”

“I might be talked into one,” Russ says, making Dale smile.

“Well, I’m grabbing the first,” I tell them, leaving the kitchen quickly.

They follow along at a more relaxed pace, wrapped up in each other.

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