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I give myself two strokes to do it, then angle so my next thrust lodges me right where she wants. Daphne’s pussy ripples as I find my way inside her, keeping me close like her nails in my shoulder.

It takes everything to focus on speaking when I’m as deep as I can go without knotting her. “Your pack is doing what we can to protect you. We don’t want you to regret us.”

“You don’t understand.” Daphne’s voice cracks as she pulls me into her neck with shaking hands. “I need the bite.”

“Later.” Dez comes to our side, leaning over to kiss her fingers, her palm, the crook of her arm. When she looks, he flashes a grin to show off the dulled points of his teeth.

She bites her lip, and I think she’s going to fall apart, but she just sniffles, looking away even as her body works with mine. “Okay.”

Shock makes my hips stutter.

Daphne should be deep in the heat throes right now, too far gone to think rationally. She should be pushing us around and taking what she wants yet, here she is. Balancing what her system needs and what we’re offering with an ease that speaks of familiarity.

How much practice has she had subduing her desires in a heat? How many times has she forced herself to take only what she’s given and not demand more?

What the fuck happened to her?

Nate shoves Dez out of the way until he’s eradicated every speck of space between him and our omega. Now that he’s beside her again, it’s going to take an act of divinity to separate them. “They’re right. We can’t bite you yet, but I promise to eventually mark you and make you mine, okay?”

Dez strokes her cheek, smiling so softly it makes my throat tight. “We won’t leave you wanting, but can you wait for us, Daphne? Wait until we’re all ready?”

“Yes.”

My head dips and I run my cheek along hers again, pushing the thought of bonding away. I have to take her mind off what she really wants and plant it solely on me. “Good girl. Now, let me take care of you.”

I’m the smallest of us in body and cock, but I sure as fuck know how to use it to my advantage. Adjusting so Daphne’s thighs rest on top of mine, I focus on long, decadent rolls over her g-spot while my brothers lavish their attention on her.

This is my first taste of a true pack heat, and it doesn’t disappoint. It’s not just me that makes Daph come—it’s Nate’s eyes burning along her body. The way Dez bites his lip, palming his dick as he watches her writhe. Our scents soaking the air, the nest and our skin.

She’s still twitching around me when she says, “More.”

There it is. The catchphrase of an omega in heat.

“Do you want all of us?” I ask, hoping I’m not taking this too far.

“Please.”

The way she says it without hesitation, hands already reaching, heals a piece of me that’s festered for too long. Ineedmy brothers to know what it feels like to be wanted like this. Desired to the point of distractibility. Desperate and aching when you’re not around someone. With my pack at my side, I feel more confident about the heat since I’m not the only one she’ll be begging for through the fog.

Carefully, I flip Daphne so she straddles me. “Show us how well you share, then.”

My hands clasp on her hips and Daph’s motions get wilder. Seekingmore, more, more.

She’ll get what she wants soon enough.

Nate plasters himself to her back, watching our bodies meet. “You look so good stretched around our pack lead. Are you ready for me, too?”

“Hell yes,” Daph pants.

Fingers graze my cock as he scoops up slick, and then there’s pressure as Nate slowly works his finger inside her ass.

She jolts, mouth open and glassy eyes wide. “Oh, my god.”

“Like it when you call me that, kitten.”

“Fucks’ sake.” Dez sits close enough to touch our omega, but he holds himself back. Memorizing the moment. I just know he’s going to paint this one day, a collection of heat drawings featuring us…andher.

The first of many.