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VIOLET

I bunched the freshly changed, dry sheets under me. In the brief moments I could surface, the gravity of what a heat entailed stunned me. Having one was an experience unlike any other. I couldn’t describe the potency of my lust. Or how their skin and fur felt against me. The need for them couldn’t be abated. I had one and then the other, and even better, both at the same time.

“Eat,” Graham ordered. I blinked up at his human face, focusing. He gripped my chin and from the way he rubbed into the side of my face, he was trying to make me open my mouth. I huffed and he took the opportunity to shove something between my lips. I bit down on the bread-like consistency. I chewed and syrup coated my tongue. I pulled back to see he’d folded a pancake in half. He shoved it toward my mouth again.

“Wait,” I said muffled, chewing like mad. My body felt warm and tingly. It was all I could do to focus on food and not rub my face against him. As it was, my fingers wouldn’t be pried from his chest. I finally swallowed. “You made pancakes?”

“Whitlock’s pack has been cooking for us.”

I stiffened.

“They deliver it to the door. No one passes the threshold with you so vulnerable.”

A bit of their conversation filtered through my memories. They felt hazy, as if behind a shroud. “I had to go with high calories and sweet.” I refocused on his words. He waved the food toward my mouth again and I opened up.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his other hand lifting to rub my head.

“I feel like I should bark,” I muttered between chews. He laughed.

Unlike every time I’d seen the grumpy male, a laughing Graham was a sight to see. Warmth tickled my chest and traveled down to my sex. I wanted him again. I quickly swallowed. Syrup dripped off the edge of the left-over pancake and onto the top of my breast.

“Damn,” I muttered. Graham popped the last bit in my mouth and before I could swipe away the syrup on my chest, he dipped, and his tongue licked it up with slow, careful glides. He ran his tongue lower until he swirled it around my nipple. He wrapped his mouth around the tip and sucked.

Electricity traveled through to my sex.

My brain was about to take a hike, and I was about to become a bundle of need.

“Where’s Simon?” I panted almost incoherently.

“Showering.”

I sank my fingers into his hair and it was still a bit damp. “Did you shower?”

He hummed against my breast, and I cried out at the electrical pulses it shot through my body. I arched my spine, trying to get it farther into his mouth. His hand slid to my hip and squeezed.

“You’re rotating out to shower?” I asked huskily. He hummed again. I slid my arms around his head and threw my leg over his hip so I straddled him. The length of his cock pressed against my aching, sensitive sex.

I moaned and ground down. My slick made the glide even more tingle-inducing. He growled and, gripping my hips, lifted me only to slam me down in the next breath, taking my ability to be coherent. I shouted and undulated down on him. His cock grew and fur exploded, but the best part? His knot.

I was seated so deep on top of him, it felt impossible to fit him totally inside me, but I was born for this as an Omega. The Moon Goddess made my body able to take my mates and their knots.

The door creaked as it was opened. My other mate! I lifted off Graham’s cock and he popped free. I turned so my back was to his front, reached down, placed his tip at my entrance, and sank onto his girth. I moaned. Simon’s gaze was fixed on my face. His lips were puffy and slightly red. It made me wetter to see him so utterly claimed .

Graham gasped. “Sweetheart,” he said in his deepened, rough voice, his claw grazing against my side with the gentlest of caresses. “My greedy mate.”

My sex clenched him again. I couldn’t help but preen at his words. I reached out toward Simon. He approached, his cock bobbing with each step. Liquid dripped down his shaft.

As soon as he stood next to the bed, I took him in my hand. He bucked his hips into my fist, bliss rippling across his features.

I leaned forward, desperately wanting him in my mouth. Graham’s hands flexed on my waist, and he balanced me so I didn’t fall over the edge of the mattress. Wrapping my lips around Simon’s tip, I swirled my tongue.

He rammed his cock forward with such force that his tip shoved against the back of my throat. He kept still as I breathed through my nose. His body shuddered and fur spread across his skin. My mouth was already stretched wide, so I had to pull back before he broke my jaw with his girth.

I took hold of the base, flexing my fingers around his knot. He hissed out a breath between clenched teeth and his hips bucked like he had no control; that caused more slick to trickle from my sex.

Graham groaned and his claws pricked my belly. I shivered. Simon thrust forward, and his engorged tip rammed against the back of my throat again, making me gag. His breaths sounded close to pants, and the knot under my hand swelled and throbbed.

He pulled out at the last second and his cum jutted across my face. He held my gaze with heated focus, his cock sending another spurt. Some of it dripped on my lip and I collected it with a swipe of my tongue.

Simon grunted and his head dropped forward, watching me intently as he shoved his cock into my mouth. I swallowed his need, grinding down to feel every inch of Graham’s knot.

Simon’s taste was an aphrodisiac. I flicked and licked his shaft, squeezing his knot. He reached forward, his large claw getting too close to my eye. He turned his hand so that the back of his furred limb faced me. Then he slid the dark claw up and across my cheek with the blunt side, smearing his cum into my flesh.

“Mine,” he said.

An orgasm slammed into me. Electrical pulses caused my channel to clamp onto Graham. He thrust up, and the bed bounced with each of his movements, hitting the wall with repeated thumps.

Graham’s knot throbbed and expanded, locking him in place. He roared and cum warmed my channel with throbbing bouts of release. He gripped my hips, grinding me on his cock. Such sinful pleasure. I shook with another orgasm.