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“Oh, fuck, no,” I growl out as I start to come for him, way too fucking quickly.

He swallows every last drop of my cum down before he lets my dick pop out of his perfect mouth.

“You taste good,” he murmurs.

“Not better than you,” I tell him before I lick over his balls again.

He must be close by now. Omegas feel everything their partners feel, and I just came so damn hard in his sexy little mouth. I stroke my hand over his cock. He moans the second I touch him there.

Oh, he’s close. He’s so damn close I can almost taste it.

I move and run my tongue over the underside of his shaft.

He lets out a sharp gasp.

I do it again, slowly, and I catch the sweet scent of his perfume right before his cum starts spilling out over my body, landing in thick, hot splashes.

He struggles to catch his breath, and I hear Archer cursing softly above us.

I slip out from under my Omega mate carefully, feeling his cum all over my chest and starting to get hard all over again.

Meanwhile, Dale’s eyes are rolling up in his head, and Archer’s laying him down, his knot gone, and his cock back to its normal huge size.

“More,” Dale murmurs, as he curls into a ball on his side.

“I think you need to rest for a bit,” I tell him, taking the other towel and putting it over him like a sheet.

“Mmm.” He smiles as he passes out.

“I think you wore him out,” I tell Archer while the big guy looks around for his clothes.

He shoots me a wry smile. “We should put him to bed.”

“Or …” I start, capturing his undivided attention. “You could lick his cum off my body, and I could claim you like you claimed me.”

He stares at me for a second like he’s trying to decide if I’m joking, then he crashes to the sand in front of me and pushes me onto my back. He kisses me long and deep before he starts cleaning me up, taking complete charge like he was afraid to with Dale.

I think he needs a little time to get used to this pack idea, but I’m already fully sold on it.

I love everything about these people. I love this place.

I never want to go home. This feels like home.

Chapter Ninety-Three

Zoey

Four Months Later

I take a deep breath and look at myself in the mirror. It’s been a long time since I felt like I looked like a superstar, and this new version of me is nowhere near as glamorous as the old version.

I’ve let Mandy give me a smoky eye in purple, and I’m wearing a silver skater dress that looks good with chunky sneakers. It’s more me than the heels and the tight costumes, and these shows I promised to finish up are going to be a little different than they would have been under my old contract.

I have new management, and a new contract that’s been signed in my real name, with conditions that suit the life I want with my mates.

“I love that dress,” Brooke tells me from the couch in my dressing room.

I turn around, unable to keep the smile off my face. “I can’t believe you’re actually here. I’ve waited so long to be able to have you backstage at one of my shows.”

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