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“Nooo,” I groaned, curling tighter into Anton. “Don't wanna.”

“You say that now,” Annerly’s voice came from behind me, teasing and gentle, “but give it ten minutes and you’ll be crying for cock again, but you won't have the energy to keep going.”

I flushed, equal parts mortified andachinglyturned on. Because he wasn’t wrong.

“I can feed her,” Drew said from somewhere near the edge of the nest. I opened my eyes to find him shirtless, flushed, sitting cross-legged with a bowl in one hand and a water bottle in the other. “Come on, sweetheart. Just a few bites.”

I blinked at him, dazed. “You made soup?”

He grinned, sheepish and unbearably sweet. “Well. William heated it up. But I stirred it really good.Andblew on it to cool it down for you.”

The laughter bubbled out of me before I could stop it. It hurt a little, but it also felt amazing. I feltheld.Cared for. Worshipped.

Claimed.

“All right,” I whispered, reaching a trembling hand toward him. “But yes, you do have to feed me.”

“Deal,” Drew said immediately, crawling closer.

Anton growled playfully, nipping at my shoulder. “Spoiled little Omega.”

“Grumpy Daddy,” I mumbled through a smile.

Their growls rumbled in harmony around me and somewhere, deep in my belly, the next wave of heat began to stir.

I managed a few spoonfuls of soup before the hunger in my belly twisted from food to something deeper. Something primal.

Drew was spooning in another when I whimpered and pressed my thighs together. The bowl clattered softly as he set it aside, his eyes going dark with understanding.

“Looks like we're heading for the next round,” William murmured, his hand smoothing over my belly. “Good girl for eating first.”

I nodded, breath hitching. “Hot. I’m all hot and achy, Daddy.” I would have hated the whine in my voice if I didn't know that they were there for me, no matter what.

Annerly’s hands were already moving, gently stroking down my body. “That’s it, little one. Let us take care of you. Let us bring you through it.”

“I can’t—” My voice broke as the first cramp rolled through me, molten and sharp. “Too much.”

William’s voice went firm, his Alpha command coating every word. “No, baby. Not too much. We’ve got you. You’re not alone anymore.”

The reminder hit somewhere deep inside me, making my eyes sting. I still couldn't believe I had everything I’d ever longed for.

“I love you,” I gasped before I could stop myself. “I love you all so much.”

The silence that followed was thick and sacred.

Then William kissed me like I’d given him the stars.

“I love you too, little Omega,” he whispered against my lips. “So fucking much.”

Annerly pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “So do I, princess. And I’ll keep saying it every damn day until the day we all die."

Drew’s fingers stroked my cheek, his gaze soft. “Forever, Christa. You’re not going anywhere. You’re ours.”

Another cramp stole my breath, and suddenly their hands were everywhere—stroking, soothing, worshipping. I was being lifted, laid flat against the nest, my thighs parted and pinned wide by warm, strong hands. My slick was already leaking again, hot and slippery as Drew settled between my legs.

“Can I?” he asked, voice cracking with restraint.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Please. I want you.”