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Not that they’ll care. Heats are messy and one person’s cum is the same as another’s.

Daph’s eyes are wide and panicked. “But it’s…that’s not…you can’t…”

Smirking, my tongue darts out to clean her thigh. “I can and I will.”

She shakes her head again, legs trying to close around me. The instinct to push her comes back, and I’m tempted to ask if she’s up for a chase. It’s never been my thing before, but Daphne’s going to bring out a new side to all of us. I just know it.

“Unless you’re seriously saying no, I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of eating this pussy and you’re going to let me.”

I wait, but Daphne doesn’t say a word. In fact, she shifts, pushing herself closer. She wants this, but she doesn’t think I do. A conditioned response from whoever cut her deep enough to scar. Fucking assholes.

Wrapping my hands around her wrists, I pull until she’s gripping her own thighs, holding herself open so I can sit back and stare. “Look at that view. You really are gorgeous.”

She flushes, pretty pink glazing over her cheeks, her shoulders, those perfect tits. A fucking dream beneath me.

When I’m sure she won’t bolt, I lean into it, sucking, licking, and nibbling where I can. Circling her clit with my tongue, only to replace it with my fingers when my mouth finds somewhere else to be. I can’t stop groaning at the taste of us together, and the first caress of my tongue inside her makes Daphne shiver.

“Yes. God yes.”

Nate would say something likeI’ll be your god if you want, but I’m the worshipful type. The one to get on my knees and whisper prayers along her body.

My cock’s hard again and Daphne’s full-on shaking, covered in sweat and so close to coming that she’s clawing tracks across my skin when the door opens. I forgot to close the cover of the nest, so her attention immediately diverts to the rest of the pack, but I don’t mind. There’s no room to feel left out when she’s clinging to me like she won’t let me leave.

Nate leans against the front door, fabric bags in hand, eyes glued to our omega’s chest as it rises and falls.

“How’s she doing?” The level of Connor’s nonchalance as he moves to put the groceries away is unbeatable, but it’s a lie. The line of his shoulders tenses with every whimper and moan out of Daphne. I pray to every deity out there that he got his shit together. If he leaves, she’ll be utterly destroyed.

She whines when I pull back, thumbing her clit in slow, lazy circles. “Daph’s a needy little thing.”

When everything is where it should be, Connor leans against the counter, tucking trembling hands into his pockets. “Of course she is. She’s such a good omega.”

Daphne preens at the compliment, and he smiles. It’s pained, though. Anxious.

Nate catches my eye, and I know something went down—something huge. Something that will change the way the next few days go, and possibly our future. Because this is so much bigger than one heat.

The world seems to pause while Connor decides. Breaths held, bodies still, air frozen.

Then he steps farther into the room. Away from the door in a move that tells me everything.

Connor’s staying. He’s going to try. For us and for Daphne.

Thank fuck.

His eyes drill into Daph, and I feel her still. “You going to come for me, angel? Show me what I can look forward to.”

Caught in his snare, her scent gets thicker, deeper as she falls into instinct. Her fingers dive into my coils and yank me down to her again. I’m no longer in the driver’s seat as those hips rise.

She never takes her eyes off Connor.

Not when she rides my face. Not when the orgasm sneaks up on her. Not when I help her down from the high.

She holds his gaze the entire fucking time and I can’t imagine walking away from that.

“Beautiful.”

Connor slowly walks over until he can kneel beside us. Daphne’s the first to offer herself to him. Slim fingers tracing along his cheek, his jaw, his lips. His shaking fingers brush along Daphne’s messy hair gently. They run across sweat-slick skin, following the dip and curve of her body like he’s bewitched by the woman beneath me.

Eyes locked, they’re two lovers caught in each other’s embrace. Desperation, desire, connection, and fear bouncing between them.