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VIOLET

I didn’t give them time to process my words. Shock flitted over their features, but the aching swell in my stomach didn’t allow more time. I felt drenched between my thighs. I lunged at Whitlock and kissed him. His tongue slid inside my mouth, and he slowed my awkward kiss. He did it so easily and skillfully—because he’d done it so many times. My heart throbbed, but the anger fueled my lust. My wolf burst forward, and a growl escaped.

All I wanted to do was claim them and show them nothing and no one would feel like their true mate. I bit his lower lip, wanting it to hurt him. He jerked and the taste of blood spilled onto my tongue, but he didn’t stop claiming my mouth.

We collided with passionate licks and kisses.

My hips were jerked back, stretching me out between them. The grip on my hips tightened and then I was lifted. I gasped, gripping onto Whitlock’s shoulders. Graham spread my thighs, and he dropped me on his wet mouth. I gasped, my sex settling over his warmth. I looked down to find his head nestled between my legs.

A satisfied grin curled the corners of my lips. They were doing as I asked. The power in having two powerful beasts do as I said filled me with elation.

“W-wait?—”

Whitlock yanked the zipper of my hoodie down and my breasts spilled out. My face flushed with heat. My hands started to slide off Whitlock’s shoulders to cover my breasts, but he banded my wrists in his hands.

“Do not hide from me,” he rumbled.

Graham hummed against my sex, and I gasped, my hips moving to grind on his face. His tongue thrust into my channel. I screamed. So much sensation. I didn’t know what was up or down, but I did know I wanted more of it. I yanked Whitlock’s hair and forced his mouth to mine. He did it willingly. His palms slid over my breasts, thumbs rubbing over my nipples. A pleased sound left him, like a rumble in his chest.

He tasted so good. I moaned and our tongues danced together. I ran my hands over his wide chest and slid them down, feeling him up. He was so muscled and hard and hot. My Goddess, it was so unfair.

I grazed the trail of hair near his belly button and followed it down until I wrapped my hand as best I could around his girth. He groaned, hips bucking. I settled the entirety of my weight on Graham’s mouth, grinding with violent lust. He squeezed the outside of my thighs with his large hands.

Whitlock’s shaft was wet to the touch and liquid continued to drip from the tip. I couldn’t see his cock because my mouth was busy, but he felt so big.

My hips continued to move and whatever Graham was doing to me made my movements uncontrollable. My legs shook, but I couldn’t stop grinding down on his face.

Pulling back with a gasp, the building swell slammed into every nerve ending. Whimpers and cries and moans spilled from my mouth. I grabbed Whitlock’s cock hard and he groaned, his hips moving.

A shiver traveled up my spine.

Graham continued licking me through the mind-numbing release. I couldn’t believe how utterly delicious that was, and I wanted more.

He was my mate; they were my mates. The only ones to rouse pure, unadulterated desires from me. I was so wet and sensitive between my legs, but I wanted more. Graham’s tongue slid up to my clit and swirled.

I whined, peeking up at Whitlock through my lashes. Nudging him until he lowered onto his back, I lifted off Graham’s mouth, slipping free of his hands trying to keep me to him. My focus wouldn’t be swayed from the cock that was so hard that it rested against his belly.

I crawled toward Whitlock and climbed over him. A flush spread across the bridge of his nose as his glazed eyes watched me hungrily.

I’d seen plenty of people fuck, and now I understood why they were so lost to everything but each other. I ignored Graham’s growl and climbed on my other mate. My sex throbbed to be filled. I hiked myself up until his tip nestled at my entrance and I slammed down.

I screamed, stilling on top of him while the entire length of him pulsated inside me. The wet sound of my glide was sinful and loud. Whitlock grunted, his head arching back. It burned, but at the same time, the slickness of my channel made it easier for me to settle around him. My hands fell on his hard abdomen and the muscles bunched. I smoothed my fingertips over the divots admiringly. His length throbbed inside of me, and I didn’t move, balancing on top of him as I became used to something being inside me, except my channel clasped him as if with a mind of its own. His body jolted under me again and bones popped.

He was about to shift inside me? His body wouldn’t bend this way. I stiffened, preparing to get off him but his hands fell on my waist. His neck arched back and his body jolted. Fur sprouted from his chest and in one fell swoop exploded from his body while his body simultaneously grew.

Everything grew. Even the part of him inside me. I gasped from the stretch while Whitlock writhed, whines falling from what had shifted into an elongated beastly maw. His body changed into something I’d never seen. His shoulders were wide, and he’d stretched out two times his size. And as an already massive male, it was saying something. He looked like a Hollywood version of a werewolf.

What was going on? And why did he feel so good?

He bucked again and I bunched the fur under my palms, pulling at the tufts. He made me feel so incredibly full.

Graham growled, his hands banding around my arm. He was about to pull me away.

“No,” I mumbled almost unintelligibly, shoving at his chest until he let me go. I whimpered, grinding down. I followed Graham’s gaze to my belly. There was a slight protrusion.

Whitlock bucked under me again and I gawked at the retreat and return of the bump. It was his cock inside me.

Bracing my knees into his sides, I pushed up. Some of the pressure abated and I looked down at the slick cock inside me. A knot ballooned at the base, and a faint memory filtered through my thoughts. Of stories and long-talked about realities that I thought weren’t a thing anymore. Omegas were hunted to extinction . . .

“Alpha,” I whined, watching him from under my eyelashes.

Whitlock’s lip curled on his long maw, and he snarled at Graham. So suddenly he rolled us, switching our position. My back landed on the linoleum, but it was only a flash of a thought because he began to thrust. He slammed into me so hard, my body jolted up. I gasped, tugging at the fur I held onto. The beast above me snarled and his arms corralled my head, right over my shoulders. When he thrust again, the position of his arm stopped me from sliding around.

I hiked my hips up to meet his thrusts. His knot popped out and then shoved back inside me. With a whine, I writhed under him. He was such a large, delicious male. He slammed into me and the sounds of fucking filled the barn, but I didn’t care.

My head fell to the side upon Graham watching us claim each other. He’d shifted into his wolf form and paced close to us, almost like he was guarding us.

Warmth in my stomach became searing. The orgasm wracked my body, and I cinched my eyes shut, yanking at his chest fur with frantic pulls. My toes curled from the force of my release, but Whitlock continued to thrust, pounding into me with such violence. I took everything he offered. My channel clasped onto his shaft, needily clenching around him with each pulsation of my orgasm. It was so intense that my body curled up. I rubbed my cheek against the soft fur covering his chest.

I hummed with relief, the aftershocks causing my legs to twitch like mad. My mate snarled, his head falling back and a howl rising in his throat. The deep, guttural sound launched me into another orgasm.

I screamed, grinding up as his knot expanded inside me, the stretch almost becoming excruciating. I couldn’t move on him anymore. His cock jolted inside me and warmth flooded my channel, soothing the ache.

He buried his muzzle into my neck with a groan. The puff against my ear sent a shiver down my back.

I moved—or tried to. We were stuck together. I gasped, meeting his brown, satisfied eyes. He rose over me and reached out a furred hand. The tip of his nails had grown out into black claws. He rubbed the back of one against my jaw.

He leaned down and his tongue lapped across my cheek. A snorting laugh escaped, and I sucked in a breath.

I liked it too much.

My heart jumped and that clog started to form in my throat like it did before I began to cry. I needed to get away from them.

Gritting my teeth, I yanked myself off his knot with effort. The stretch was uncomfortable and stinging. Liquid dripped from my sex.

I gasped, slapping my thighs together with a grunt, and my face heated up until it burned.

His pink, glistening cock bobbed.

He was drenched from my slick. My face warmed. Slick was normal. It was what allowed them to slide inside me so easily. I didn’t need lube as a werewolf, but I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about how wet I’d become. They turned me on until I leaked.

“Come here, Darling.” His gruff voice held an awkwardness as he attempted to speak through the elongated muzzle.

His endearment warmed my insides.

I groaned but managed to stay in my spot.

Whitlock reached for me, and it snapped me out of the blissful sensation.

“Don’t touch me,” I snarled, shoving to free myself. Graham was suddenly blocking him, growling.

The size difference between them was shocking to see. Graham shifted into his human form.