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The urge to grind is so bad, and it gets worse when he shifts my legs to the outside, using his thighs to spread me wide andgive his brother a view. Nate’s breath catches and he curses long and loud, causing Dez to peer down to see for himself. His whistle makes me flush, but I like it.

“How are we supposed to play knowing she’s impaled on you like that? It’s fucking torture.” Nate drops his head to my thigh and looks up at me. “Tell him, kitten.”

He looks utterly ridiculous, but I kind of love him like this. “Uh…”

“Nope. She’s mine right now.” Connor shoves Nate off and twists so he can’t get back to me without walking around the table. “Maybe you’ll think about that next time you fuck her before I get home.”

“They’re not required to wait for group sex,” I say firmly. No way am I letting an alpha decide how and when I get fucked. Especially not this one.

Connor nuzzles my cheek, dipping to kiss along my neck. “Of course not, angel. I only meant that we had plans to take youas a packlater and these two couldn’t wait. Now they get to suffer through the smell of your delicious cunt while I keep you trapped on my knot all night.”

That’s evil. I like it.

When Nate realizes I’m not going to help, he climbs back into his chair, sulking. Dez just watches me with heated eyes as I try to get comfortable.

True to his word, Connor keeps me there all night. When his knot goes down, he grinds me against him or rubs my clit until I’m swearing against the tabletop again. The distraction makes it impossible to focus and even though we don’t beat the others every game, I’m pleased with each win we manage.

Most of all, I’m just happy to be here. This is what I’ve always wanted. Comfort. Intimacy. Family. Time together surrounded by my alphas’ warmth, their scents, and their love.

I feel it in the way Nate and Dez look at me, how they listen to what I say or laugh at my jokes. The joy they hide when I win, even as they pretend to be annoyed or upset. This is what a pack is supposed to be beyond the sex and pheromones. It’s love. Even if I’m not ready to admit I’m there yet, I know what it feels like because of them.

I’m less confident about Connor’s feelings, if only because shit like tonight keeps derailing us, but moments like this make me rethink everything. He’s so sweet when he wants to be. Here and present and all mine when he’s not pulled away by something else. Some things just take more time. Maybe Connor Morgan is one of them.

When the games are finally done and I’m so overstimulated I’m ready to explode, he bends me over the table and ruts. We make a mess of us and the floor, but he doesn’t seem to care. He keeps going until my arms collapse and I end up resting my cheek on Nate’s hand. Until my legs shake and my skin puckers with goosebumps while Dez holds my wrist in his warm, comforting grasp. Until my voice is hoarse from begging for more. Begging for them.

Only when my body jerks with aftershocks does Connor collapse over my back, panting into my shoulder. His lips run across my skin the same way his hands do, cherishing me with every touch. “You’re incredible, Daph. I’m so proud of you.”

Dez leans over the table to kiss me gently. “You did good, little muse. You hungry?”

“No,” I moan, grunting when Connor’s knot deflates enough for us to separate. My body clenches, trying to keep him inside me where he belongs, but I think I need a break after all. “Want my nest.”

Nate’s between my thighs, cleaning me up with a warm washcloth before giving my pussy a soft kiss. “Let’s get you next door, then.”

Connor’s expression drops, though he tries to hide it with a brittle smile. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, angel.”

“No!” I snatch his arm before he can go anywhere. “Come with us.”

“Are you sure?”

Not really, but it would make things worse to be without him after everything earlier. We need to reconnect, for tonight at least. Orgasms are great, but what Connor and I really need is time. “Yeah.”

He squeezes my hand. “I’d love to come.”

As we head outside in the chilly air, I can’t help but wish I didn’t have to leave to go to my safe space. It’s too soon to move in or ask them to outfit a room for me, but the thought lingers, following me upstairs where Pack Morgan waits outside my nest as I add their clothes to the tangle of sheets and pillows.

When it’s ready, I feel almost shy inviting them inside. Dez and Nate are comfortable, offering sweet words of encouragement as they settle into their usual spots, but Connor waits at the door for permission. My hand lifts on its own, outstretched and waiting for him to take it. It feels poignant, the moment he slides his fingers over my palm, lacing us together. Like I’ve been waiting for this my entire life.

With a light tug, he’s inside, head turning as he sees my inner sanctum from this side of the door. Connor takes it in, his pale eyes are warm and soft. “You have a beautiful nest, omega. Absolutely perfect.”

“I expect to see you in it more.” Probably a little too soon, but I can’t help myself. I want these men and I’m going to use whatever tools I have to keep them.

He gives me the brightest smile. “I can do that.”

MOVING FORWARD

NATE

Despite beingin the garage way past close on a cold ass Thursday night, I’m fuckingpumped.Taillights flash and I undo the trailer holding my biggest surprise after weeks of fruitless searching.