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“Are you in her ass?” I ask Arden as he finally glances at me.

“No,” he and Kase say at the same time.

“Linc.” Chelsea gasps, stretching out a hand for me. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” I assure her.

Arden carefully pulls free of her pussy and falls onto the bed.

“Does it count as a train if two of you went at once?” I climb on the edge of the mattress and stretch out. Jerking my cock, I nod to my dick. “You coming over here, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” she agrees breathlessly, but she stops to give Kase a quick kiss before climbing off his dick. She scrambles over, and her pussy ends up hovering over my knot. She grinds against it. Slick and cum drip out everywhere, but being part of a pack, you learn to get used to that.

My hand flattens against the top of my dick. She pushes up enough that, when she lowers, she sinks down on my crown.

The fever is back.

My hands land on her hips, shoving her farther down my length.

Chelsea turns to a begging puddle of omega. Her face falls to my chest, and I plant my feet on the bed to buck up into her.

“So good. Oh, God, I love you so much.” She groans, licking my skin.

“Love you too. Now, relax and enjoy the ride while I lock all that cum inside you.”

A wide smile crosses my face as she slams her emotions at me in the bond and claws at my shoulders.

She is a fucking gift. It’s the last rational thought I have as her pheromones send the fog flooding in, but it’s true.

Epilogue

Arden

Two More Years Later

Luna sits on my lap in one of the club chairs in our living room. She has a pillow on her thighs, and she holds Chauncey. Well, my arm supports both of them, but this is all about bonding. Our sweet toddler was not initially as enamored by her baby brother as we all hoped she would be. She’s beginning to come around, but for the first week, she cried every time he did, and she begged Chelsea to, in her words,take him back, so he can find his own mommy.

I’m sure it is a big adjustment to go from having all of our attention to having to share it. But things have been much better, especially since we’ve started including her in the baby care tasks. I believe she just needed to feel wanted and appreciated.

Chelsea smiles from her spot on the couch, curled up at Kase’s side. I grin back, but she nods at Luna and Chauncey.

“Can you tilt the bottle up just a little? Baby brother is sucking bubbles,” I say, raising my arm a bit to see if that helps.

“I can,” she says, adjusting the angle.

“Good job,” I say, patting her knee with my free hand.

“Um, I want to play. You do it.” Luna kisses Chauncey’s cheek, drops the bottle, and slides off the chair as I rearrange to take over feeding him.

He’s only three weeks old, but he’s much sturdier than I remember Luna being. Then again, he was just shy of nine pounds.

Chelsea never ceases to blow my mind. It’s nearly incomprehensible that she was able to push out a nine-pound baby.

“Sky, let’s play with my ball!” Luna squeals.

Lincoln chuckles and shoves himself off the other end of the couch as Sky jumps up. “Let me grab your shoes before you go out on the deck.”

“Okay, Daddy!”

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