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“He’s not too big, right?” Russ asks, looking vaguely worried when he sees my face.

“He’s pretty fucking big,” I whisper.

Russ smiles. “He fucked me without slick, and he wasn’t half as worried as he is now.”

“No fucking way did you take this cock without slick.”

“We had baby oil. It’s not the same.”

Nothing is.

“I’m fine,” I tell Archer. “I was just getting a little over anxious to be knotted.”

He breathes out, and I move back so I can touch him. Resting my back against his front, his dick feels even bigger somehow, but I turn my head and touch his cheek with my hand, giving him a little of my calming touch. He needs it. I think he is kind of paranoid that he’s hurting me.

“I love the way you feel inside me,” I assure him. “I want this, and so do you.”

He does. I can feel it. His attraction, his deeply buried attraction, and his desire to take me as his.

The only thing that’s holding him back is his biggest asset.

“Now, make me really feel that knot so I can pass out in your arms when my heat is sated.”

Russ smiles at me. He loves dirty talk. He’s a kinky fucker, and I love it.

Archer starts to fuck me, and I take Russ’ cock in my mouth once I’m satisfied that our Alpha’s feeling better about giving me his insanely huge knot.

We move together perfectly, and I don’t need to touch myself to come.

Archer’s the first to lose it, and his climax crashes over me, making my own burst forth.

Russ, the kinky fucker, puts his hand under me and catches some of my cum in his hand.

He sucks it off his fingers as he pumps his cock faster into my mouth.

A few seconds later, I’m swallowing his cum down as Archer’s knot starts to wilt.

Damn. Is it over already?

I let Russ’ cock slip out of my mouth, and I feel my muscles contracting around Archer’s cock.

“I’m not done with your knot, Archer.”

“You want more?” he asks, sounding shocked.

“I want so much more,” I confess.

Chapter Ninety-One

Archer

When Dale’s ass squeezes my knot back to life, I realize I was inside my head too much, just like I was with Zoey when we went to bed together. Worrying about hurting him, worrying that I’m too big for him, worrying that I’m not what he expects or needs.

It’s crazy to worry about that when I know he’s mine.

We were made for each other. I’m not too big for him.

“I know you’re my true mate,” I tell him. “I felt it when we first met, but I buried the feeling. I was too closed down to let it in. All I could think about was Zoey. I can’t believe I have more than one mate, and I can’t believe you want everything I’ve got.”

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