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His cock was angled backward, but I took him, using his knees to hold on to. My throat tightened as he rubbed against the ridged ceiling of my pussy.

“That’s it, feels good, right? Just wait until daddy joins.”

I let out a splutter as Walden pressed against me from behind. The head of his cock was slippery with my slick, but I felt him in my lungs. The way they shrunk as he pushed into my tight channel.

“I can feel you everywhere.” Pan panted, eyes blown wide open.

I could feel them too, and it was everything. Walden pushed further, determined to seat himself inside my body. I didn’t think he could, but it wasn’t long before his hips melded against my ass.

“Oh, my pretty pair. I love the feeling of you together,” Walden gushed.

Pan and I couldn’t really move, and that was by design. Walden thrust slowly at first, pulling back his hips and rolling forward until all we could hear was a chorus of moans and groans. The pressure was unbelievable. It was all-encompassing. The scent of them together, the sharp and sweet, it rocked me like the ocean.

Pan’s cock flexed inside me, and he cried out with a garbled tongue. His cheeks flushed deep pink and his eyes turned glazedas Walden rocked. The friction whirled and took me with it. I was dizzy with pleasure. My fingers scrambled over Pan’s legs. Marking him with red semicircle nail kisses.

“It’s too much,” I wailed, and Walden wound his fingers through my hair.

“You can handle us, Tully. Just a little more.”

It was a tidal wave, the weight and movement. I capitulated and let my throat fill with moans.

“I-I can’t last—” Pan gasped. His hands were on my thighs like anchors.

My bites throbbed with a tender ache, and my body, well used, was reaching the end of what it could handle.

“Together, the three of us.” Walden panted hot against the back of my neck.

“No—I—” I protested but Walden only fucked me harder and the coal in my lower belly roared to life. He pushed me deeper into Pan and the angle hit that rough, magical part of my channel. I existed for their use and Pan and I gave ourselves over to Walden. It was beautiful, the submission.

I let out a choked cry and scored Pan with my frustration. He tossed his head against the carpet, his tattoos glistened with sweat.

“Now,” Walden ordered, and we both came with a desperate cry.

Their cum flooded deep inside me, and I took a huge breath.

“Next time, I want your knot.” I dripped sweat onto Pan and he ate up the sight of me.

“Anything you want, angel.”

I knew it was true. Lloyd helped me to the bathroom, and Ajax washed my hair. Their hands infused me with safety and warmth. Walden wrapped me in a warm robe and ushered me onto the couch with Pan. He sat next to our alpha, while Lloyd and Ajax took my other side.

“Should I get the pie?” Walden asked.

“In a minute.” I drowsed, half covered by blankets.

I needed to soak up this moment.

Hartlock Pack was starting a new era, and these men would be by my side as we made our mark, together.

Epilogue

Pan

Two Years Later

“How did your physical therapy go?” Walden asked, wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

“It’s slow-going improvement, but I am determined. One day I’m going to play Tears of the Moon again.”