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GAME NIGHT

DAPHNE

That night,the pack house door opens, and I’m swept into an embrace that warms my belly as much as Nate’s purr. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

He kisses me again and again until I have to pull away to yawn. After the busy day, I don’t have much energy, but I know Pack Morgan won’t mind. They’ve already seen me overextended, exhausted and ready to sleep for a year. A busy omega may not be the sex-fiend some packs expect, but these alphas haven’t made me feel bad for it. In fact, I think they like snuggling in the nest or watching movies on the couch almost as much as they enjoy fucking me.

With careful hands, Nate sets me down, kneeling to take off my shoes before massaging my sore feet and legs. “Want a nap before dinner? I’ll be the big spoon.”

“Quit hogging her.” Dez jogs down the stairs, crossing the room for his own kiss. “Hey, little muse.”

“Hey, Dez.” I search behind him, looking for Connor and catch my other alphas exchanging a look. “What?”

“Nothing. Connor just may be a few minutes late.”

I breathe through the instinctive despondency, reminding myself that he’s working hard. He’ll try his best to be herebecause pack time is important, and I am too. What a drastic change from being unsurprised my alphas forgot about me for the millionth time, huh?

Hauling Dez close so we’re all pressed together, I lean into their strong bodies. The exhaustion is unreal. “Since we have time, maybe I will have a little nap. Couch?”

“Of course.” He strips off my jacket, hanging it before carrying me to the living room. They have one of those sectionals with the extra ottomans that turn it into one giant square and we pile into the center, snuggling up with happy sighs.

Dez’s voice is low and soft, rumbling my cheek where it leans against his chest. “How did it go today, little muse?”

“So good. A model got sick, so I ended up taking her place. Hence the photos.”

Nate cuddles into my back, body curved around mine so we’re touching absolutely everywhere. “You looked amazing.”

Humming my agreement, I wriggle farther into their hold. “Modeling is way harder than I thought, but the photos are worth it.”

Dez kisses my forehead. “Can we see them, or do we have to wait?”

“You can get a sneak peek.” I grin tiredly. “Call it pack privilege.”

I don’t have to look at him to know he’s beaming at me. “Like the sound of that.”

“Me too. Show us.” Nate nearly crawls over my body when I pull out my phone. The first photo is me surrounded by all the models, everyone laughing and smiling. “Look at you, kitten. You’re beautiful.”

“Radiant,” Dez agrees. When River showed me it at the hotel, I nearly lost it. I can’t wait to hang it in the store.

Flipping through a few more shots that Lacey took, I’m even not paying much attention until Dez stops me.

“Go back,” he rasps, heartbeat picking up beneath my cheek. Swiping left, I hold the phone up so he can see it better.

My mouth’s open slightly, trying to catch water dripping from above and failing. Rivulets cascade over my chest and between my breasts, soaking the fabric. Back arched and legs slightly open, it’s the sexiest picture we took by far.

“Holy fuck,” Nate groans, cock hardening against my ass in record time.

“This is breathtaking.” Dez zooms in on my face, my breasts, my thighs. The longer they look, the more their scents rise. Hot, sticky nights and warm, sunny days blend together, their arousal coating my skin until I’m wet and squirming.

When I can’t take it anymore, I throw a leg over Dez’s thigh and groan at the pressure against my clit.

“You like us looking at you, little muse?” he asks, staring down at where I’m nearly dry humping him.

“I’d like it better if you touched me.”

The alphas share a glance and roll me until I’m lying on top of his chest. It’s a little awkward, very turtle on its back, but I forget all about that when Nate slips between my legs, stroking himself through his joggers. “What’re you wearing under those clothes, kitten?”

“Take them off and find out,” I taunt.