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Bishop mirrored his actions on my other leg, and I shivered.

“Sweet,” Bishop murmured. “So good.”

Wynn slipped his tongue between my folds, and I cried out. Bishop followed his lead, shamelessly reveling in my taste.

Together, they lapped at my pussy, and the obscene sight of two dominant males feasting on me sent sultry waves of lust through my body.

“Do you see how good you taste?” Alaric murmured in my ear. “Look how desperate we are to sate our hunger.” He rolled a nipple between his fingers as Bishop seamlessly replaced his grip under my knee.

I writhed with pleasure, reaching for more. Suddenly, the men pulled their mouths away, and I whimpered.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll make it better,” Bishop said, licking my slick from his lips.

Alaric climbed onto the bed, taking me with him, and Wynn stepped between my legs.

I trembled at the sight of Wynn stroking his hard shaft, and my greedy core pulsed as I imagined him inside of me.

I mewled shifting my hips and begging for more.

“I think our Omega is ready to be filled,” Bishop said. “Is that what you want, baby? For Wynn to stretch your sweet little pussy?”

“Yes,” I breathed, too drunk on lust to care how needy I sounded.

Lining himself up with my entrance, Wynn worked his thick cock into my core.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Wynn rasped. “So Goddess-damned tight.”

My brow furrowed as something deep within me tore with a sharp burst of pain, but Alaric reached between my legs and rubbed my clit in time with Wynn’s strokes, and devastating pleasure consumed me once more.

Bishop’s mouth descended on my breast, suckling at my nipples and biting the soft mound of my flesh.

Wynn pounded into me, a rumble vibrating his chest as he found his climax and filled me with his hot seed.

Bishop stood, releasing my nipple with a pop, and wrapped a hand around this thick, veiny cock. He took Wynn’s place between my legs, and we moaned in unison as he slipped inside.

Grabbing my thighs for purchase, he buried himself to the hilt, and I flushed with shock and delight.

I needed him, my body instinctually begging to be dominated.

Bishop’s eyes held mine as he dragged himself in and out of me in lazy, maddening strokes, savoring the sensation.

“You look so beautiful when you’re being fucked,” Alaric breathed. He turned my face and captured my lips in a blistering kiss, devouring me like he was trying to make me come from his devious tongue alone.

Bishop’s thrusts faltered, then accelerated, becoming wild until he flooded my core with a roar.

Alaric spun me around and seated me on his straining cock in one smooth motion. Wynn’s hands shot to my hips, slamming me onto Alaric and using my body like a toy. I tipped my head back, lusty mewls pouring from my throat as an orgasm racked my body. Alaric bellowed, filling me with come until it seeped down my thighs.

My head lolled to the side as Bishop tucked my aching body beneath the sheets. Warm, heavy limbs draped over me, and the world went dark.

Chapter 6

Bishop

I’d never been so content, so whole. The bond pulsed in my chest, tethering me to Isolde—the anchor that kept us grounded.

I expected to feel jealous during the bonding, but instead, there was only an innate understanding that she was ours to share. The pleasure Alaric and Wynn gave her was my pleasure, just as mine was theirs. Every touch, lick, bite, and caress flooded the bond with desire until the three of us were one.

I took one last look at Isolde’s sleeping face before untangling myself from the bed and heading to the shower. The hot spray of water loosened my muscles, and as the bathroom filled with steam, I took comfort in the familiar yet foreign weight of the mating bond. It thrummed with overwhelming affection and a bone-deep need to protect Isolde.

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