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ZED

She was so fucking hot, breasts half spilling from the lace top she wore—one I didn’t dare touch. She was desperate for us, though, pupils blown, eyes crossing with pleasure when we pushed her over the edge, and she tumbled from that cliff over and over and over, never seeming to get sick of us rutting her into oblivion.

I didn’t know how many hours we’d been at it when Knight returned enough to feel lucid in the bond. He was the same as me, though, not free enough of the rut to have the self-control to stop. Not when she was like this for us.

A siren designed to turn our brains to mulch.

And she didn’t seem to want to risk catching feelings, because she kept taunting us. She was being a cunt and… well; it wasn’t making me want to fuck her less.

Quite the opposite.

I didn’t know how many times my cock had found new life at this point. The rut left the cycle endless. She was presenting beneath me, my cock at her entrance, and I found the self-control to wait, hands lingering on her hips.

She let out a little whine of impatience.

“Beg,” I growled.

Her breath caught, and she pressed her cheek to the sheets, rich brown eye taking me in, something furious in it.

“Zed!” she whined.

“Beg.”

A moment passed, and she wriggled against me, trying to edge back over my cock. I held her still.

“Please,” she said at last.

I growled, appreciation for hearing that making me even harder. “Please, what?” I pushed.

“Please, fuck me.”

I almost came from her words alone, and how tight she was as I drove into her. Now I was lucid, the reality was setting in, and maybe it was fucked up, but hearing her beg for me was more than I could handle. “You walked away from us and look at you now, Little Devil,” I breathed.

“Fuck you.” She struggled beneath me, a snarl in her throat, but I felt the way she clenched around me. She was reacting to what I was saying. I let her writhe a bit, pulling out and flipping her on her back before driving back into her cunt. My hand closed around her neck where the collar remained. “Begging for my knot like a desperate little fuck doll.”

I wasn’t expecting how instantly she came from those words, whole body seizing over my length as she cried out.

Fuck.

I gritted my teeth and it took everything in me not to finish with her.

“You came so fast I didn’t even get to knot you this time,” I growled, leaning close, twisting her nipple roughly.

She let out a derisive snarl, her hand closing around my neck.

“I don’t even think you care which hole I knot, as long as I’m using you,” I breathed, pulling out and using the tip of my cock to stretch out her other hole.

Her chest heaved, generous breasts pressing against the lace that was supposed to be holding them in.

“Or am I wrong?” I asked, hand at her throat shifting up enough that I caught her chin, forcing her to look at me.

There was a long silence between us, and a bead of sweat trickled down her cheek.

“Are you going to make me ask again?”

“Please, fuck me, Alpha,” she whispered, pupils still fully dilated as she shifted against my tip.

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