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Prologue

SAWYER

A gamma’s guide to living without a single regret.

Blindfolded, tied up, and getting railed in the woods isn’t how I expected to spend my evening, but I have no regrets.

Not a fucking one.

Hands dive into my hair, guiding me forward, and my lips press against the weeping head of a cock. His flavor explodes on my tongue, smooth and rich and decadent, like my favorite dessert—chocolate cake.

I want more.

“That’s it, drink me in, my hungry little slut.” My lips run the length of him, not quite following his directions.

After all, I’ve never been the kind of girl who follows directions. I’d rather be a brat. Most importantly, I’d rather drive him crazy with my lips until he gags me with his thick cock.

The man at my back drags my pants down my legs and punishes my disobedience with a quick slap to my bare ass. Another slap reverberates through me, his hand leaving a burn across my flesh that fades to stinging, delicious pleasure.

“Take him in, baby girl,” he demands. “Stop teasing him and let him feel your mouth.”

I can’t see them, I can’t even smell them. The scent clip sees to that, allowing me to breathe but not allowing me to scent the men surrounding me. I can feel them though, and my body burns for them as my craving quickly threatens to turn into an addiction.

I want to draw this out and make it last forever.

I want to remember every second of this for the rest of my life, pulling the memories out on cold rainy nights.

My hands burn with the restraints wrapped around my wrists, yet it only excites me further. I lean forward and once again take in the cock pressing against my lips. His fingers thread into my hair, guiding my every movement, and his hips thrust forward until my lips meet the knot swelling at his base.

My alpha.

Desire unfurls in my stomach, and a whimper escapes me.

His cock withdraws, and he thrusts again, keeping me from crying out, gagging me with every inch of him as he fills my mouth even further.

“What’s that?” The alpha thrusting into my mouth drags his hand to my cheek, where he gently cups me. “Do you want something more? Maybe a cock to fill your weeping pussy?”

I pant and press back at his filthy words, hoping the delta at my back fucks me, only I earn another slap to my ass. A finger trails down my ass to the crease of my thighs, teasing me slowly with a touch I crave. Up and down, he pulls out every little ounce of my arousal.

“You’re dripping for me, baby girl,” my delta says.

My belly clenches as need drives me to swallow the cock gliding along my tongue.

“That’s it. Swallow me whole, and maybe my friend here will give you exactly what you want.” The alpha’s voice sounds strained, as though he’s holding himself back.

I lick under his cock as I swallow him as far as I can go, just so I can taste his knot.

His hiss spurs me on, and I do it again and again.

“Teasing an alpha,” the man behind me says while snaking an arm around me, tugging me back a little so I can’t swallow the alpha’s cock. “That isn’t wise, baby girl.” Teeth, sharp and pointy, glide along the column of my throat.

Beneath me, my knees shift on the branches and leaves, their sharp edges ripping into my flesh. I don’t even care. All I can process is the cock pressing against my pussy and how much I want him deep inside me.

Sensing I’m not about to listen, my alpha chuckles. “Give her your cock.”

My alpha.

He isn’t mine. Neither of them is. This is nothing more than a one-night stand, an exchange of pleasure, except I can allow myself the fantasy of an alpha owning me and a pack possessing me.

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