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A fresh wave of joy rushes through me, down the bond, wrapping around us like a cocoon. His pleasure, his pride, his overwhelming love—they all slam into me at once, and I whimper against his skin, overwhelmed, lost in the storm of it.
We are one. Bonded.
I’m floating, weightless in the aftermath, my body spent, my heart still hammering, every inch of me drenched in his scent, his love. Brodie’s arms tighten around me, his nose nuzzling against my cheek, his voice thick and hoarse with emotion as he murmurs, “Mine. Always.”
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SOPHIE
Ibarely have time to catch my breath before I feel them—Tyler and Ethan.
They never left the nest. Their hands never stopped touching me, stroking over my heated skin, their presence anchoring me through the storm of my claiming. But now, their touches shift—no longer just grounding, no longer just comfort.
Now, their hands are possessive, demanding. Their scents thicken around me, the air growing heady with the unmistakable charge of Alphas ready to claim what’s theirs.
Brodie’s knot finally pulls free with a deep, satisfied groan, and before I can even catch my breath, he’s turning me, guiding me until I’m on all fours, my body pliant and trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure.
He strokes a heavy hand down my spine, fingers spreading possessively over my ass before gripping firmly, parting me slightly, running his hands and fingers through my wetness and slipping two inside. I shudder, a whimper slipping past my lips as I clench around him.
“Sweet little Omega,” he groans, his voice rough, drenched in approval and satisfaction. “So sweet, so good for us. So ready for more. Go to him. Let your Alphas claim you.”
Pulling out his fingers, he moves to lounge against the edge of my nest, worn out but still stroking himself. I know he could go again. I can feel it in the bond, how much he wants me, even sated.
But I lift my head, dazed and spent, driven by instinct, by the need that pulses between my legs, the ache inside me demanding to be filled again. My gaze locks onto Ethan, and my breath catches.
His pupils are blown wide, his dark eyes swirling with barely leashed hunger. The muscles in his jaw flex, his control fraying at the edges. But his scent gives him away—his desire flooding the space between us, wrapping around me in an intoxicating wave of cedar and spice, dominance and restraint warring inside him.
Behind me, I feel Tyler lightly run his hands up my calves to my thighs, he growls low in his throat, his restraint just as strained. “Look at you, Omega,” he murmurs, his voice thick with heat, his fingers gripping the back of my thighs. “So fucking desperate for it. You want him, don’t you?”
A whimper escapes me, my body swaying toward Ethan, my thighs clenching against the ache between them. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice pleading. “I need him.”
Ethan exhales sharply, his composure cracking, and suddenly, he’s moving.
One strong hand grips the back of my neck, pulling me toward him with the kind of control that sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine. His lips crash against mine—hot, demanding, consuming. I melt into him instantly, my fingers threading into his hair, my body desperate to be closer, to take more.
His other hand moves to my hips, dragging me forward onto his lap. I gasp as my knees spread around him, my slick coating the thick, rigid length pressing against my swollen folds. Hisfingers dig into my skin, spreading me open for him, positioning me exactly how he wants.
“You want your Alpha’s cock, little Omega?” His voice is a deep, rough command, each word dripping with dominance.
“Yes, Alpha,” I whimper, my voice trembling with need.
His composure fractures completely, his breath ragged against my throat as he grips himself, the thick head of his cock sliding against my clit, slow and torturous.
The friction is maddening, a tease that has my hips shifting, seeking more, but Ethan holds me firm, his grip on my neck tightening just enough to make me still.
“Stay still,” he growls, his command vibrating through me, making my body hum with anticipation. “I’ll give you what you need when I’m ready.”
I whine, the sound pure Omega desperation, a plea wrapped in submission. Tyler curses under his breath at the sound, his hands gripping my wrists, pulling them behind my back as he bends his head and licks the place where Brodie claimed me.
A shiver runs down my spine, my body reacting instantly, my pussy clenching around Ethan’s cock as a moan of pure, unfiltered lust spills from my lips.
Brodie shifts closer. His amber eyes are dark and hungry, watching me like I’m the sweetest fucking thing he’s ever seen, like he’s already planning his next move—how he’s going to wreck me all over again.
Ethan nudges the tip of his cock inside me, just enough to stretch me open before pulling back, a cruel, teasing slide that has my thighs trembling.
I try to take him deeper, to slide down onto him, to finally feel the full length of him buried inside me, but his grip tightens at my nape, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
“Please,” I whimper, my voice high, needy, broken.
