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My breath faltered as a finger breached me. The feeling was intense and unwelcome. I shoved that thought away and attempted to relax.

“Shh, babe, let him in.” Tate petted me and reached up for a kiss. With him controlling my mouth, it was easy to focus on that instead of Roan stretching me to take his massive looking cock.

Soon I was taking three fingers easily. Two from Roan and one from Tate. “You want another, babe?” I shook my head. If we drew this out any longer, I was going to chicken out and leave Tate disappointed.

“Get in me,” I growled at Roan.

He reached for the lube, fumbling with the bottle and dropping it, before he tried again. He slicked himself and looked at me. “Ready?”

“Hell yeah, I’m going to turn over.” Maybe it would be easier if I didn’t have to watch him. I liked Roan, but he wasn’t my mate.

I groaned loudly as he gently eased that thing, that weapon, inside me. It felt as big as his arm. It wasn’t really, but the intrusion was painful. Breathing deeply into the pillow, I screamed inside my mind, distracting myself. My muscles relaxed, and the ache eased fractionally.

Roan started with shallow thrusts. He was gentle as he caressed my back, my sides, and reached for my flagging cock. With a few strokes, I sighed and the tension in my body eased. My length hardened in his hand.

Tate pushed inside Roan, who moaned and pumped harder inside me.

We let Roan set the pace.

Roan came down over my back, changing the angle of his cock inside me. He reached around, circling my body in his arms and drew me up to sitting so he was pumping up into me. He turned my face to kiss me, owning me in that moment.

All I could feel was him, and I hated it. I panicked, my muscles tightening. Control, I needed control.

I got my feet under me and stood, pulling off Roan. Turning and kneeling on the bed, facing him, I took his lips in a bruising kiss. I was in charge. Grasping his shoulders, I clutched him to me, ignoring Tate’s protest as he slipped out of Roan.

Go fuck Hiroshi, I commanded.

Tate listened and left the bed. “Come with me, Sunshine. Let’s get cleaned up and dirty at the same time.”

I shoved Roan down onto the bed, set my dick at his puffy, likely sore hole, and shoved inside him with no care for if it hurt.

Within the space of a minute, Tate sent me a mental image of him inside Hiroshi, our omega plastered to the shower wall, eyes closed in bliss as my mate filled him. They’d wasted no time at all, Hiroshi wet and ready after watching us together.

Roan didn’t fight me as I fucked him like I hated him. At that moment, I did. He wasn’t in charge. He wasn’t my alpha. Hiroshi and Tate were mine, and he wasn’t taking them from me.

I bit at his neck, kissed him savagely as I thrust inside him repeatedly. We were brutal in our touches as Roan fought back to buck against me. I used my bulk to pin him to the bed and shouted as he came, his muscles contracting around my cock.

More, I needed more. Roan bared his neck to me in submission, and that was it for me. My lion roared at the power we held over this alpha. I came, ropes of cum filling him.

Regret filled me at the look in Roan’s eyes as I pulled out of him and hung my head. He’d felt my hate, my fear.

“Hey,” he reached up and caressed my face tenderly. “It’s okay. I’ll not do that to you again, okay? When we are together, you can take the lead.”

Shame filled me at how easily he read the situation.

I leaned down and kissed his lips gently. “Thank you, alpha.” I flopped down next to him and reached for his hand, lacing our fingers together.

“I am not your alpha. I’m your friend, and soon, your mate. We are the same. With Tate, you are the alpha. In time, we’ll learn our boundaries.”

“How’d you get so wise?” I teased.

Roan laughed, and the tense moment was over.

What the fuck was that?Tate demanded over the bond as we all settled on the bed.

Hiroshi settled against Roan, trading lazy, satisfied kisses with his mate. With the way things were developing, our bonding was happening sooner rather than later.

I let Tate feel my shame. He curled closer to me, running his fingernails down my forearm like I loved.I’m sorry. It wasn’t anything that Roan did. I just freaked out. We’re okay, I think he gets it.