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“Greedy girl.” Eli chuckled, kissing under my ear.

“Yep,” I declared happily, wiggling my hips, making Eli moan right in my ear—which was shockingly sexy.

They were making me greedy, and I was going to roll with it, because holy hell, I loved their knots.

Storm climbed onto the bed and amused himself by playing with my clit while we waited for Eli’s knot to go down.

Eli groaned. “If you make her come again, my knot may never go down.”

“I’m a patient man.”

Thirty minutes and two orgasms later, Eli’s knot finally softened. The moment his softening cock slipped out of my pussy, Storm grabbed me.

I shoved him onto his back, climbing on. I needed him, and I couldn’t be patient. Storm lay back easily, letting me do what I wanted. Throwing my legs over his hips, I leaned forward, sticking my nose into his neck and breathing in his fresh scent.

Lining up my pussy, I sank down without hesitation. “Knot me, alpha,” I groaned as I moved my hips.

Storm grabbed my hips, thrusting up from underneath me, hitting a spot inside me that made me see stars. My second knotting was quick, frantic, and delicious.

“She’s getting close. I can see that beautiful blush rising in her chest,” Eli hummed as he watched us.

Having an audience only seemed to make my pussy weep for more. I liked it, far too much.

We couldn’t have been moving for more than a few minutes when my body tensed with release, and Storm lightly bit my neck as he throbbed inside me, his knot erupting as we both tumbled over the edge.

Chapter 40

Kennedy

Before I started living with the guys, I felt guilty every time I went to class and left Charlotte at day care. Even though she liked day care, I still felt bad.

Now, I could hardly remember the last time Charlotte even went to day care. Every time I had class, one of the guys was usually home and offered to keep an eye on her. My baby was getting more quality one-on-one time with the pack than I was, and I loved it.

Most of my classes were fascinating, but the Criminal Theory class was boring, to say the least. For some bizarre reason, it was mandatory for master’s students, but it was also a class offered to undergraduate criminology majors. The result was that the class wasn't that challenging, and it was full of a variety of people.

I much preferred classes that were full of fellow master’s students who were serious about their studies. Classes with a mix of students often had a few noisy and pretentious freshmen.

Four weeks of this class was all I needed before I graduated, so I made my way to the lecture hall early and took a seat. Sure enough, after sitting down for only a few minutes, a gaggle of girls came in that looked horribly familiar.

At least two of the girls in the group of five were from the rink, the ones who had to be kicked out because they couldn’t behave themselves. Sighing, I checked my phone and smiled as I saw a photo of Charlotte, her face covered in mashed banana. She and Storm were clearly having fun.

Before I could reply to Storm, the doors opened, and the teacher came hustling into the room. Respectfully, I closed my phone and turned to the front.

“Hello all, I am Professor Franks, and this is a short course on Criminal Theory. I hope you’ve all done the reading…” he said in a no-nonsense tone as he fired up the projector and started his lesson.

I was so focused on making notes and listening to what he was saying, I hadn't realized that the girls had been looking at me until halfway through class. Because my life was so focused around Charlotte, when I got a chance to study and learn, I put everything into it and became very narrow minded. Everything around me would cease to exist, other than the subject I was trying to study.

So, it wasn't until one of the girls slid into the seat next to me at the end of class that I noticed them. I was almost finished gathering my books and belongings when she and two of her friends surrounded me.

“Hey! Kennedy, isn’t it?” the blonde asked in an overly sweet voice that made me want to hurl.

I didn't bother to open my mouth and respond. Instead, I simply nodded. How did she know my name? Had Storm mentioned it when he was defending me? It had been a few weeks since the incident at the rink, so I wasn't sure.

“I can't believe we finally have a class together. That's so nice,” she simpered. “I've been wanting to catch up with you for ages. Girl, you need to teach us your ways.”

“Teach you my ways?” I asked dumbly.

“Yeah!” They all nodded enthusiastically. “How you managed to wrap Storm Sanderson around your finger. That man was impossible to lock down. I should know. What did you do to convince him to be loyal to you?”

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