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If it were up to me, they never would. It would be constant sex until the day we die together, but I know life doesn't work like that. Once my heat is no longer in control, I'll feel a bit differently, but at the moment, I agree with him.

His large knot eases its way into me as he adds more lube, never rushing me to take him faster. Right now, we have all the time in the world, and after tonight, we'll have a lifetime to be together. And for the first time in years, I'm looking forward to what the future will bring.

I work Jenson more, knowing that once they start thrusting, I'll be lost, pulled into the bliss and soon the bond. I want to make sure they all get pleasure out of this moment.

Leo alternates between my breasts, and it won't be long before I come again if he keeps it up.

Starting just under the nape of my neck, Maverick runs two fingers down my spine. The sensation makes me shiver, and I have to pull my mouth off Jenson as I gasp in surprise at the pleasure it causes. Normally, getting so close to my neck would've had me climbing the walls trying to get away, but not right now.

Jenson places his hand over mine and gently has me let go of him before he kisses the back of my knuckles. He kneels once more and leans down toward my ear. "I'm ready when you are, Princess."

I nod.

With a pop, Leo lets go of my breast and lies back into the pillows once more.

Maverick and Leo thrust, their knots going in and out and increasing inside by the minute. Soon, they'll either have to stay out or become locked with me for several minutes.

I stay still, allowing them to pick the pace. It's easier this way because trying to coordinate becomes hard with this position between three people.

Leo's fingers slide down my belly and past my trimmed patch of dark curls to find my clit, and he rubs it.

"Come for us, sweetheart. We're all close, just like you are, and in a moment, we're all going to be surfing the wave of the bond."

I've heard that bonding transcends all pleasure between compatible alphas and omegas. He comes up to lean close to the left side of my neck, as Jenson comes down to my right, and Maverick's chest presses more into my back; thrusts stalling as his breath ghosts over my nape.

A shiver runs through me, but not from fear. No, far from fear. I've come so far from the trembling mess I was before I met them. Now confidence surges in me, and I nod more, signaling that I want them to do it as I'm about to burst from the joy I feel.

Their mouths align with the marks that have marred my skin all at once, and their teeth sink into me. Instead of pain, I'm lifted from my body and sent up to the clouds, where I ride a high like none I've ever had.

Somewhere in the distance, they growl, the sounds rumbling through me as I scream in ecstasy.

I'm free, at last. Born anew, with their marks to show the world

Chapter 16

The crowd's roar hits me in my chest, but there's nothing like it knowing they're cheering for us, the Iron Wolves. For the first time in history we're on top, and we've made it to the Alpha Cup finals. And it's tied. Against the Vipers, too. Every muscle in my body aches, my lungs burn, and I can taste blood from a hit I took earlier. But none of that matters. We have to win.

This game has been rough. Asher's missing a tooth, thanks to a high stick that the refs didn't call. Rhys took a hard hit to the boards and might have a cracked rib. Everyone's on edge, tempers are short, and our inner alphas are barely controlled. Even I'm struggling to keep mine in check. It's been tough all game.

I glance at the bench. Anya's there, where she's been for every game this series, sitting on the edge of her seat, her eyes on the ice. She's become our good luck charm. Just seeing her there, her small form a calm point in the chaos, helps me focus, helps me push back the anger.

The whistle blows, and I refocus. We're entering the last stretch of the third period. Overtime is looming, and nobody wants that. Not against the Vipers. It'd be a tough, drawn-out fight.

Maverick's in the penalty box, for an illegal check. He's been playing rough all game, his inner alpha practically clawing its way out. I don't blame him. We all feel it. The Vipers are playing dirty, pushing the limits, trying to get to us.

It's up to Leo and me now. We have to win this. For the team. For the Cup. For her.

We line up for the face-off. I can feel Leo's intensity beside me. We're in sync, always have been.

The puck drops.

Leo wins the face-off, sending the puck back to me. I take it, skating hard, weaving through the Vipers' defense. They're all over us, trying to shut us down.

I pass to Leo, who's moving down the wing. He takes a shot, but their goalie makes the save. The rebound comes back to me. I take a shot, but it's blocked.

The puck bounces around, a scramble in front of the net. Players collide, sticks clash. I fight my way through.

Then, I see it. An opening. Leo's in position.

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