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“Jesus, Nate.”

He ignores Dez, completely focusing on setting me on fire. “Should we get a plug for your greedy pussy, kitten? Maybe we can make one ourselves, force you to walk around withourknots inside you all day long. Keep that cum trapped until you’re carrying our babies.”

Oh, fuck. My body convulses, hands searching for my alphas, for something to hold on to as he force feeds me my fantasy. A pack of alphas desperate to keep me, to breed me, to love me.

Dez groans, hand tightening in my hair as he comes. He pulls out, settling back into the couch with a wary look. “You okay, little muse?”

We don’t do breeding talk when we fuck, so I’m sure he’s worried Nate’s going to run me out of town. If only he knew. “I’m so good.”

When he still doesn’t seem convinced, Nate takes over. “Don’t worry, D. She likes when I talk about filling this pretty, slick cunt. Giving her the family she’s always wanted.”

I nod over and over. “Don’t stop.”

“Never, kitten.” Nate’s thrusts pick up and Dez helps me push my ass up, giving him free access to rut until neither of us can take it anymore. My orgasm explodes and he gives one long, deep thrust and groans my name, filling me until cum leaks onto Dez’s stomach.

Nate doesn’t knot me and as much as I want it, I know it’s because he doesn’t want me too sore. That small act of kindness makes my heart swell with something more than affection for these alphas. Something I’ve been ignoring for longer than I’d care to admit.

After Nate’s caught his breath, body covering mine, he kisses my neck and climbs off. I sit back on Dez’s thighs, noting he’s covered in cum and slick. It doesn’t seem to bother him, though. If anything, he seems pleased to have evidence of our evening all over him. My fingers trace through the cum, mesmerized as I make words against his skin. Promises that I hope to keep one day.

Nate watches before eventually heading for the downstairs bathroom. “I’ll get some towels before that dries. Don’t want you getting flaky, D.”

“Thanks,” Dez says, completely deadpan.

“No.” I earned that cum, and I don’t want Nate stealing it.

With a growl of warning, I lick across Dez’s stomach, whining when their taste explodes on my tongue. Why don’t I do this more? Maybe I need to wake them up with their cocks in mymouth or lay on the couch and watch movies as I hold them in my throat. Anything to get more of us together.

It takes no time for me to clean Dez’s body, so I slide down and do the same to his dick. I don’t even need to reach for Nate before he’s there, hand gathering my hair so he can watch me clean him off. “You’re fucking perfect, kitten. So goddamn perfect.”

When my alphas are cum free, I reach for the towel, but Nate pulls it away. “Nope. We want you to stay messy.”

“What is it with you three and leaving me sticky?”

Dez nuzzles my cheek. “We like you smelling like us.”

“And how it looks.” I peer over my shoulder to find Nate thumbing his lip and staring at my pussy. He winks, then strokes himself. “Want to go again?”

Of course, that’s when Connor opens the door. For a second, his face loses all frustration when he sees me. There’s this soft smile, here then gone, that makes me think he’s so happy to be home. Then, he freezes, nostrils flaring as he turns annoyed glares on his packmates. “Are you fucking kidding me? You couldn’t wait?”

“Should’ve been here.” Nate shrugs, pulling me onto my knees and into a hug as if he can feel my heart skip.

Peering around, I get my first look at the clock.

7:30 p.m.

Game night was supposed to start at six.

My eyes prick, a familiar pain burning its way through my system. Disappointment.

He’s here now, I tell myself as I slip off the couch and rush into Connor’s arms, pretending I don’t want to run away and cry. That this doesn’t feel just like before.

He kisses me softly, running his face along my neck and cheeks without needing to be told. “Smell good, angel.”

Con squeezes me tight, and it feels so right that I want to believe this is a one-time mistake, not a habit I need to look out for. But I can’t stop thinking about the missed dinners and late dates that came before this man and how each one broke a little piece of me until I was nothing but shattered glass.

Promise I’ll be home on time.

He broke his word. Not by ten minutes, but over an hour. As much as I want to let it go and move on with our evening, I can’t.