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I’m completely spent, naked and staring up at the ceiling in bliss.

My inner Omega is finally at ease, satisfied at the pleasure that was given to her by an Alpha.

“Sorry, I’m a mess,” I mumble, closing my eyes.

Someone puts a wet washcloth across my forehead, wiping the sweat and hair away from my brow.

“You’re not a mess,” Connor’s voice is far away. “You’re perfect.”

But Iam.I can feel the evidence between my legs, and I’m slowly sliding off the couch cushion.

“I’m going to fall,” I say in a small voice, but strong arms catch me.

I collapse against Ace, resting my head against his lavender-scented chest.

“I’ve got you,” he says, a rumble sounding in his chest. I press my head against the vibration, and immediately a heavy wave of fatigue washes over me.

“Oh,” I gasp in surprise. “You…you’re purring?”

He wraps a blanket around me, and I snuggle into the hold. “Yeah, sweetheart. I’m purring for you. It won’t be the last time, either.”

The purr lulls me halfway to sleep. It’s like a weighted blanket for me, but even more powerful.

“Where’s Ben?” I mumble.

“Right here,” my boyfriend’s voice responds. “I’m here, babe. We’re getting your room ready.”

My room?

“I have a room here?”

“Of course you do.” Coffee and chocolate swarm my senses, and that’s how I know Connor is nearby. “Whenever you want it, Devyn. You and Ben.”

I’m speechless for a moment. “Wow,” I say finally, and sigh in contentment. I curl into Ace’s hold, desperate to enjoy more of that addictive purr.

But there’s a nagging thought in my mind.

I’m the only one that received pleasure from what we did. I’m the only one that finished.

I need to rectify that. My inner Omega is satisfied but would feel even better if the Alphas and Ben were, too.

It’s only fair.

But before I can voice my concerns, Ace’s purr has me falling asleep in his arms.

* * *

I openmy eyes and find myself in a different room. I’m in a comfortable bed, with Ben beside me.

“Hey, Dev,” he whispers. His face is slightly illuminated by candlelight, and I sit up and take a look around.

The bed ishuge.Ben and I don’t even take up half of it, and piles of blankets and pillows surround us.

Everything is so soft.

“Is this their guest room?” I ask, taking in the simple vanity and dresser. A lit candle sits on top of the dresser, and a plush cat is on the nightstand next to the bed.

Ben shakes his head. “It’s your room for whenever you want to stay,” he says.