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“Want what?” Wynn asked.

A frustrated whine poured from my throat. “I want you to give me your cock.”

My answer was breathless and wanton, brimming with unspoken desire.

Wynn buried himself to the hilt with one powerful thrust, and I screamed in ecstasy. Bishop swallowed my moans as Wynn circled his hips. My body hummed with indescribable pleasure, and I clawed at my mates, wanting them closer.

Bishop gripped my hair, forcing me to look at him as he loomed over me. His thick, veiny cock was in his hand, and he pumped it twice before guiding the massive shaft between my lips.

I opened my mouth eagerly, letting him stretch and fill me until I could feel the strain in my jaw.

Bishop fucked my mouth, matching his thrusts to Wynn’s, and I trembled as Alaric’s skilled tongue lashed my clit. A finger teased my unfilled hole, stroking between my ass cheeks, and I moaned.

Goddess, yes, that was what I needed.

My body unraveled, and the world faded until there were only hot touches, slapping skin, and savage growls.

My hips jerked as my mates’ thrusts became erratic. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Alaric slipped a finger into my puckered hole.

Pressure built, and flames licked my skin as I was fucked and stroked to madness.

I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking Bishop with renewed strength. I loved the weight of him in my mouth, and I teased him with my teeth, gently scraping them over his pulsing cock.

Our bond illuminated like a falling star. Suddenly, waves of lust hit me from all sides, and we came with a roar. Wynn emptied his seed within me, and my juices coated my inner thighs, dripping into Alaric’s waiting mouth.

Mere moments after my orgasm waned, heat flooded my core once more.

I wanted them again, and part of me feared I would never have enough.

Chapter 16

Alaric

I strode purposefully toward the reinforced security building, my steps heavy with resolve. After several days with Isolde and my unit, my wolf’s emotions had settled in some ways and heightened in others. Her heat had been intimate and vital for the bond, but it was one of the few times Wynn, Bishop, and I were absent from our duties. Apart from a handful of reports from trusted Enforcers, we spent every minute with our mate. But now that her heat had ended, it was time to address the hostile wolf who had dared to lay claim to Isolde at the onset of her heat.

My jaw clenched, and the pain distracted me from my suppressed anger. If the females hadn’t used their bodies as a barricade, who knew what could have happened? Isolde, with her fiery spirit and independent nature, wasn’t one to easily succumb to dominance. But what could she possibly have done to defend herself? The audacious, rut-fueled attempt to usurp her autonomy had stoked a fierce protectiveness within me, and it surged beneath my controlled exterior.

The stone and metal prison came into view, its formidable structure a testament to the Hidden Creek pack’s commitment to safeguarding its members. I was determined to ensure Isolde’s safety and the safety of all future Omegas who would call Hidden Creek their home. The males needed to understand their place.

I entered the building and accepted the nod of acknowledgment from my Enforcers as I moved directly to the holding cells. The hallways were quiet, and when I reached Valor, he stood at attention.

“Commander,” he greeted. “The male has been quiet since his confinement.”

I nodded and placed a hand on Valor’s shoulder in an effort to calm him. “Good. He is young. Don’t think we haven’t accounted for that. Still, he needs to be punished for his actions.”

“I understand, sir. But if I may make a suggestion?”

“Speak.”

“This occurrence has presented new issues with the integration of the Omegas. Young males are more susceptible to their baser instincts and will need time to control them. Perhaps a unit of older males could be paired with the younger ones to prevent situations like this from occurring again.”

He made a valid point, and the solution was one I could use. “Thank you, Lieutenant. I’ll approach the Alpha with your suggestion.”

Valor nodded, returning to his post as I entered a nearby cell.

My gaze swept the room until it settled on Malakai. The young male typically had an even temper and approachable demeanor, but the scent of a female in heat could make even the most docile male hostile. He stood, respectfully avoiding my gaze, prepared for whatever punishment he had earned. Despite my anger, I was proud of his integrity.

“We need to talk,” I said, my tone firm and unwavering.

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