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“I think you know me a hell of a lot better now,” he pants into her ear.
7
Astrid
I’ve had moresex in the last hour than I have done for the last two years. And as soon as Samson’s knot deflates, Archie drags me onto his lap for more. I’m exhausted, but these three alphas have endless amounts of stamina despite being up all night fighting fires. Archie grips me around the waist and does most of the work, bouncing me up and down his cock.
It’s just as well because it turns out, no surprise, he is a whole ten inches long, exactly like his packmates. He reaches deep, deep inside me and, while pounding my cervix has never been enjoyable, with these three men, it is. It feels like everything I’ve been missing in my life.
Maybe my body recognised it all those years ago. Perhaps that is why I’d been so hopelessly in love with the three of them. I recognised them as my mates, even if I hadn’t known I was an omega back then, even if I didn’t understand.
What would my life have been like if I’d presented much earlier than I had, when we’d all been at school? Would they have wanted me back then? Would they have recognised me as theirs?
But if they had, there would be no Lyra.
Fate is a fickle friend, and I can’t help thinking this all needed to happen the way it did. Lyra had to be here to bring us together. It was she who took my hand.
“You smell so good, little mate,” Archie moans as he works me up and down his length. “I can smell the others inside you, mixing with your slick. You smell like ours. Like you belong to us.”
I’m also not stupid. Well, most of the time, anyway. I’ve been on the receiving end of some pretty convincing declarations of love that vanished into thin air as soon as the dude got inside my knickers. These three could be playing me. Thinking they need to say this stuff so I’ll let them play with me this way. Well, if that is the case, they have me all wrong. I’d do this even if it were a one-time-only kind of deal.
That being said, I hope it’s not.
I hope this is real. It feels it. Deep in my chest, it feels real in a way those other declarations never had.
Maybe I am actually pretty stupid, or at least a hopeless romantic. Because I do believe in Santa Claus and tooth fairies, elves and fated mates. And I believe these three alphas right here are mine.
Pressure builds in my core. My cheeks heat. My legs shake.
I come. Noisy and loud and messy. I come in Archie’s lap as he continues to pound up into me, slamming me down to meet his every thrust.
It’s so intense I come again straight afterwards and in unison with him. We moan and groan together, clinging to one another, as his sizable knot inflates and he locks into me.
“Oh my gosh,” I gasp, my forehead resting against his broad shoulder.
The other two alphas are lying out on the bed, watching us both. It’s a turn-on I never expected. But having their gazes locked on me as their packmate fucks me makes the experience ten million times more erotic. Especially when I see their cocks hardening, and they both can’t resist gripping themselves.
This giant room stinks of sex, and if a detective ever came digging around with a UV light, the bed would light up like the Christmas tree downstairs.
“This was fun,” I say.
Archie grips the cheeks of my arse and squeezes. “It was a hell of a lot more than fun.”
“Hmm,” I tease.
He slaps my arse cheek. “Tell me what it was.”
I lean back a little and grin at him. “Let me see. Pleasing.”
“That’s better.”
“Pleasurable.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere.”
“Mind-blowingly incredible.”
“Yep, that’ll do it.”
