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Jace hands him a large, fluffy towel, and Finn wraps it around me, carefully drying every inch of my skin. They work together to guide me out of the bathroom and into an adjacent bedroom—a beautiful space with a massive four-poster bed, fresh flowers in vases, and candles waiting to be lit.

“On your stomach,” Finn directs, helping me onto the bed after removing the towel.

I comply, stretching out on the soft sheets, my body still horny and pent-up after Finn’s teasing. I watch as Jace retrieves a bottle from a bedside drawer—massage oil, I realize as he pours some into his palm.

“We’re going to take care of you,” Jace says, his voice gentle as he begins to massage my right leg while Finn takes the left.

Their hands work in tandem, kneading tired muscles and smoothing oil into my skin. It feels incredible as their strong fingers work out knots I didn’t even know I had. They start at my calves, working their way up to my thighs, and then, to my surprise, they spread my legs wider, exposing me completely.

“Look at that pretty pussy,” Jace murmurs, hisfingers dangerously close to my center. “All pink and swollen from taking Kane’s knot.”

“Still wet, too,” Finn adds, his thumb brushing my outer lips and gathering my slickness. “Her body’s begging for more.”

“Please,” I whimper, beyond shame now, my butt lifting slightly in invitation.

“Still hungry for cock after taking Kane twice?” Jace teases, his fingers skating along my inner thigh.

“I bet she could take us right now,” Finn says, his voice lower and rougher. “This sweet cunt was made for alpha cock. She doesn’t know it yet.”

At this point, I’m squirming over the sheets, desperate for relief—desperate for something.

Jace moves to massage my back, his skilled hands working out tension from my shoulders down to my waist, while Finn remains between my spread legs.

Without warning, I feel Finn’s breath against my pussy, followed by the hot, wet slide of his tongue between my folds. I cry out, unprepared for the direct stimulation after being teased for so long.

“Oh my god,” I moan, my hands fisting in the sheets as Finn licks a long stripe from my entrance to my clit.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Jace asks, his hands continuing their massage even as Finn licks around my pussy and into my hole. “Does Finn’s tongue feel good on your sweet pussy?”

“Yes,” I gasp, unable to form more complex thoughts as Finn’s tongue circles my clit before dipping inside me. “So good. Oh my god.”

Finn eats me out with single-minded focus, his strong hands gripping my ass to hold me open for his mouth. His tongue alternates between fucking into me and flicking across my swollen clit, building my pleasure with ruthlessefficiency. Jace’s hands on my back keep me pinned to the bed for Finn to taste me.

“Look how beautiful you are,” Jace praises as my body begins to tremble. “You look happy with Finn’s tongue deep inside your pussy. I can see your slick soaking the sheets, baby. We love seeing how wet we make you.”

The combination of Jace’s words and Finn’s relentless tongue pushes me closer and closer to the edge. When Finn slides two fingers inside me while sucking hard on my clit, I shatter, crying out as my orgasm tears through me. My pussy clenches rhythmically around his fingers, my whole body shaking with the force of my release.

“You’re shaking,” Finn murmurs against my sensitive flesh. “Good girl. So perfect.”

I’m still panting, my legs spread wide and trembling in the aftermath when the bedroom door swings open. Kane stands in the doorway, fully dressed and serious-faced, despite me being splayed out like a feast for his men.

“We need to talk,” he says to Finn and Jace, his voice tense. “Something serious has come up.”

Both men straighten immediately, responding to the authority in Kane’s voice. They exchange a look I can’t interpret before Jace asks, “Will you be okay alone for a bit, Mia?”

I push myself up on shaky arms, suddenly aware of how exposed I am. “Yes, I’ll be fine.”

They hesitate, clearly reluctant to leave me, but Kane’s expression brooks no argument. As they follow him out, I quickly scan the room and walk to the door to listen in on what they’re saying.

I creep to the door, opening it just a crack to listen. The three men are in the living room, their heads bent close together as they speak in hushed tones.

“Other packs are already aware there’s an omega in the area,” Kane is saying, his voice tight with concern. “I spotted atleast three alphas circling the perimeter this morning, catching her scent.”

“Fucking hell,” Jace mutters. “Already?”

“We need to leave then,” Finn says, his usually quiet voice laced with steel. “And she needs to be knotted by all of us. The claiming is still too fresh, and others might challenge it.”

I pull back from the door, my heart racing. Omega? Other packs? Alphas circling? Am I in danger? What does it all mean to be an omega in their world?