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“Fuck, this is crazy,” Madden says, cupping my face and leaning up for a kiss. It’s a soft, sensual kiss. A stark contrast from the wild passion of a few minutes before.

I break the kiss when a sudden wave of cramps hits me. Bonding with Madden and Chase made me forget for a little bit that I’m still in heat.

“You need a knot,” Chase murmurs.

“We can give that to you,” Archer growls, lifting my boneless body from Madden’s lap over onto his. “Right Kane?”

“Yeah, we can take care of our little one. Give her what she needs. It’s our turn now,” Kane growls.

They line their cocks up, Archer underneath me and Kane at my back.

“Please, I need your knots,” I moan, shifting my hips back to meet them.

They thrust into me, their rhythm intense, as if watching and waiting set them on edge. My pussy and ass are lubed with my own slick and Madden and Chase’s come, making it easy for them to take me fast and hard.

Archer twists a fist into my hair again, angling my neck so it’s exposed for him and Kane to place their bites.

“You’re fucking stunning, taking our cocks at the same time,” Archer growls, thrusting up into me. “You’re going to take our knots like the good little omega you are.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I chant under my breath.

I feel the delicious pressure of both of their knots pushing into me simultaneously. The stretch is amazing and overwhelming. I’m riding the razor-thin edge between pleasure and pain when both Archer and Kane sink their teeth into my neck. Biting me. Bonding me. Making me theirs.

Every single muscle in my body locks with another explosive orgasm and I let out a strangled cry.

It takes a few minutes for me to feel like I regain my bearings. There’s still the dull, thrumming, burning sensation pumping in my veins, letting me know my heat isn’t over yet, but being knotted seems to have bought me a bit of a break.

“Oh my god,” I pant out, still held between Archer and Kane, their knots locking in place.

Something inside of me clicks into place.

“I can feel you,” I whisper, looking up at each of them. Archer, Kane, Chase, Madden. “I can feel all of you.”

“You’re ours, little omega,” Archer murmurs beneath me. “All ours.”

“And you’re mine. All mine.”

Epilogue

Three months later

I smooth down the front of my pencil skirt and take a deep breath.

“Do I look okay?” I whisper softly.

“You look fucking phenomenal,” Chase says, reaching his hand out to brush against my jaw.

I can feel his and the other’s pride through the bond. The four, healed, white bite marks I have on my shoulder and the base of my neck are obvious with the off-the-shoulder blouse I’m wearing.

According to Charlotte, this kind of style of clothing is really popular among bonded omegas. I can see why. I like showing them off.

I also like how the four of them have taken to wearing their button-up shirts with a few of the top buttons left open to reveal their own bite marks I left on them during that chemically induced heat I had.

While the start of that heat may not have been what I wanted, I’m always going to cherish that heat because it marked the start of the rest of our lives together.

“You’re going to do great,” Archer murmurs, brushing a hand down my back. “No need to be nervous.”

“Yeah,” I take a deep breath.