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Squeezing his elbow, Gideon says something about getting some air before disappearing out the front door.

Finn doesn’t waste a moment before following the duo into the dining area, monitoring the two searchers out of the corner of his eye.

Spotting the credit card slipped under the edge of the iced coffee machine, he slides it into his palm while he toasts three bagels and puts an assortment of pastries into small white bags.

When Gideon finally reappears beside him, smelling of thunderstorms and the outdoors, Finn hands him a bagel and his coffee as a reward.

Making a show of squinting at the pastry display and reaching under it, Finn pretends to pull out the credit card as he walks up to the human, extending it toward him.

“Is this it, sir?”

“Oh, thank goodness. How did it get over there? Goodness, I really appreciate that, er…”

“Dr. Merritt,” Finn offers, and the emphasis on his title makes Gideon snort.

“Doctor? Well, that’s lucky. Thank you. I’d better be off. I’ve got a long drive today, and again tomorrow. Such is the salesman’s life.”

He gives a last wave and scurries out the door.

The desk clerk smiles and goes back to his desk and paper-shuffling, while he and Gideon make their way back onto the elevator, breakfast in hand.

“Did you do it?”

“Easy peasy. I put it in the lining of the back seat. Turned it on, though, and I remembered to erase your data. I set it back to default. It’s what kept me a bit longer.”

“It was lucky I found the card, then, so I could delay them.”

Gideon is quiet, and Finn thinks it might not have been luck at all, given that the dream had been real.

“Was it a dream?”

“Mmmm, I don’t know; but whatever it was, this will buy us a bit of well-needed time.”

Gideon’s reluctance to name it as divine intervention doesn’t sit well with Finn, but they’re already back at the room.

Perhaps he should just be grateful his mate isn’t pushing him to say so out loud.

They open the door to find Jay, barefoot and reeking of smoky frustration.

“Where the hell were you? You took my shoes, Finn, for fuck’s sake.”

Finn hands him his tea and a blueberry muffin as a peace offering.

“What if you had needed me?”

“Don’t be mean, James. I told you they were getting breakfast. Did you bring chocolate milk, Finn?”

Nix holds out his hand to accept his preferred drink.

“Thank you! And…wait. Ooh…that’s…yum…”

Nix’s nose lifts, and he smiles that sexy smile he gets so often when “morning wood” means a literal buffet of sultry morning sex.

“You smell really good. Gimme.”

Wearing Finn’s T-shirt from yesterday, Nix’s smooth, golden-freckled shoulder peeks out. The shirt falls to his thighs when he’s standing, but right now, perched on his knees, his small baby bump rounds out the front.

Finn wants to put him on his back and stick his nose in his favorite spot right where Nix’s thigh meets his torso, and breathe him in.

He wants it right the fuck now, and he takes a single step forward.

“Finn!” Jay says again to get his attention. “Tell me about this dream. ”

Gideon must have told the Pack Alpha already, but Finn gears up to repeat it word for word, anyway.

He’s instantly distracted by Leo lying on his front, with his back bare and perfectly rounded ass curving the sheet.

Finn takes a step toward his dozing mate with thoughts about how he could lift the sheet to bite that firm muscle, mark him up.

Mark him up?

What is wrong with him? He’s hard as a rock, and there is sweat running down his spine, even though the AC should have the room feeling cool.

The rest of his mates look sensually soft, even their sharp-eyed leader, whose unshaven stubble and annoyed frown are magnetic.

If Gideon’s attitude is hot, Jay’s anger is even more so, but Finn rarely thinks that unless he is in rut.

Oh. No.

No. No. No.

There’s a moment of clarity through the heat in his belly, reminding him of that pounding headache last night, his sweaty brow, and the ever-present semi that has hardened up considerably since he entered the room with his mates in various states of undress.

Spinning around, he watches as a shirtless Grayson hauls Nix back toward him on the bed so he can open his milk and settle his omega’s plush ass into the cradle of his thighs.

An equally naked Rowan sniffs the bagel Finn prepared before tearing it into pieces so Nix can just lean back into his soulmate’s arms and open his mouth for the tiny bites.

Glorious and golden, Nix lets the fathers of his children pamper him like a king.

Babies.

Pregnant omegas are claimed omegas. No one can ever take them away when they carry a pack child, and Finn is struck suddenly with the thought that he wants to have a baby with his omega, too.

Right the fuck now.

Ignoring his Pack Alpha’s demand, he unceremoniously hands Jay his iced coffee, which doesn’t smell or taste like the vanilla sugar he’s craving, so that he can knee-walk his way up the bed before going to his belly between Nix’s upraised knees.

On the heels of a deep, resonant purr, Finn receives a very clear mental image of Nix’s dick in his mouth.

He sets himself immediately to the task, lifting his T-shirt out of the way so he can lick up a sweet drop of precome before taking it in all the way.

It’s perfect; filling his mouth and then a little bit more.

Finn hums at the flavor, taking the head to the back of his throat, looking up over that baby belly and into his omega’s glowing eyes.

“F-Finn,” his omega slurs, pumping his hips up, making Finn gag slightly at the sudden intrusion.

“Finn!” Jay raises his voice, and a shiver runs down his spine.

The annoyed tone makes him rut against the mattress and pull off so he can bite gently into the inside of Nix’s silky thigh.

“Up,” he grunts, and Grayson’s hands helpfully open Nix’s thighs, lifting him so Finn can get to the place where Nix is leaking slick and soaking the front of Grayson’s sweats.

The flavor of vanilla-musk flows into his mouth in rivulets as Finn pushes his tongue in as far as he can reach.

From the corner of his eye, he sees Grayson’s nipple piercing glinting in the hotel room’s low light—a beautiful, tiny, weighted pink ruby charm Finn had given Grayson on his birthday.

It marks his mate as his.

“Mine,” he growls, reaching up to pull it hard.

He’s growling?

Finn rarely growls. His wolf usually rests lazily in the back of his mind, content to let Finn run the show.

Even during ruts, Finn is always cognizant of himself and his mates—a relationship defined by a mutual understanding of low-key Were behavior, unless vigorously called upon in times of extreme duress.

He’s also happy to say he’s never had to call on the wolf.

Except, apparently, right now, his incredible control is failing .

Grayson’s eyes flash red with heat in response to Finn’s grip on his piercing. Breathing deeply of Finn’s alpha pheromones, his clawed hands grip Nix’s thighs.

Rowan succumbs, too—with a burst of spiced rum, he sticks a hand down the back of Finn’s sweats, rubbing a spit-slick finger over Finn’s hole just as the door to the restroom opens to reveal an irresistible, naked Luca.

Fresh from another shower, still smelling of Leo’s cinnamon musk.

Finn straightens up onto his knees and holds out his hand.

“Come,” he growls at his beautiful mate.

“Holy fuck,” Luca whispers. “What is happening right now?”

The beta comes to him, eagerly rolling on his belly in the space Finn has left so he can now get to where Nix is dripping slick.

Luca pushes his ass back toward Finn, the soft flesh jiggling with the movement.

“Alpha.”

It’s all Finn’s wolf needs to take the last of Finn’s sanity as he slides all the way into his rut, two weeks early.

“Out!” Jay yells, pulling Leo off the bed with the sheet and thrusting him into Gideon’s arms.

He thrusts them out the door before slamming it closed.

“I’m getting a bag. Stay together,” he yells, pulling his T-shirt up over his nose, leaving stunning abs on display.

The wolf doesn’t like that Leo, especially, is naked only in a blanket where others can see him, and he still remembers Gideon’s promise in the elevator.

The wolf wants his mates in the room, on the bed with them, so he can mark them with his scent and teeth.

He thinks about getting off Luca to fetch them back—and maybe bite Jay’s navel—but Rowan distracts him from the thought by pulling Finn’s sweats all the way off.

“Hey, look at me, alpha,” Luca says over his shoulder, lips and chin shining with slick. “They’ll be back soon, but we need you right now.”

“Yes,” Nix moans into Grayson’s mouth.

He can’t leave his mates wanting to go after the others, but consoles himself that they sound like they are just outside the door.

For now, Finn lets Rowan angle his aching cock into Luca’s still-loose, slick hole.

“That’s it, alpha. We need you here. They’ll come back soon. Let’s fuck, Luca.”

The pleasure burns so hot that it’s almost agony, and he cries out.

He needs to be inside both Nix and Luca, but even the wolf knows that’s impossible.

Pulling the thigh of Grayson’s sweats, Finn finally gets the enigma on board with the program enough that he tucks them under his balls, angling himself up so Nix can take him deep.

Jay comes out of the closet with a duffle, dropping it on the floor beside the bed with a thud.

“Luca?”

Finn fucks into Luca’s tight heat, pleasure scorching along his veins and burning in his belly.

His alpha’s scent calls to him, smoky with arousal, and it’s followed by the deep groan and hand fisted in his hair. Finn needs Jay to be naked on the bed, too.

“Jay, stay.”

“Fuck. Sorry, Baby, but—”

The big hand disappears and is replaced by soft lips before they, too, are gone.

“Ah, ah, ah, fuck, that’s good. Go before it sucks you in,” Luca moans as Finn sets up a steady pace.

He gets distracted again when Nix starts sending feelings and images along their mental bond of how deeply Grayson’s cock is buried inside him; it’s almost like he is fucking Nix and Luca at the same time.

Distracted by pleasure, he misses when the door closes behind their alpha.

“So tight, beta. My beta. Mine.”

Rowan’s hand creeps around Finn so he can take Luca’s dick in his hand, while Grayson does the same for Nix.

They work in tandem until their mates throw their heads back simultaneously and come at the same time.

So beautiful. So incendiary. So his.

When Luca is shaking with over-stimulation, Rowan lets go but presses in behind Finn.

“Can I?” he growls in Finn’s ear, as Grayson holds his hand out for Finn to suck the sweet vanilla-sugar taste of Nix’s come off his fingers.

“He might not let you,” Grayson says.

It’s perceptive of Grayson to say so, and the wolf thinks about pulling out of his beta before he comes and showing Rowan who’s in charge, but he’s always loved the enigma’s cock—especially during his rut when he’s loose and craving the tiniest edge of too-much-too-full.

“Ro.”

So he fucks his knot in past Luca’s rim just as Rowan breaches his hole with a come-slick finger.

The sensation carries Finn into a peak that burns like wildfire and distracts him from Rowan’s long fingers stretching his rim.

“Fuck me,” he growls.

“No, fuck. Ro, here.”

Nix crawls over to them so Rowan can fill his palm with slick straight from the source—and the remnants of Grayson’s come.

“You’ll wreck him if you go in dry.”

Finn knows he should care, but he wants the burn—wants Rowan stirring up his guts while Luca milks his knot into an intense orgasm.

“Now.”

The burn is intense, but Rowan bites his shoulder to distract him.

There’s the scent of blood, but it’s gone in an instant as Rowan laps it up.

Still, it stirs the wolf to new heights; he wants to bite Nix’s milky thigh or Luca’s round pec, but he has the final thought to sink his full Were fangs into the meat of his upper arm instead.

As Rowan sets a punishing rhythm, the dual sensations of Luca’s second orgasm—his ass clenching on Finn’s knot—throw him over the precipice.

Finally, the wolf howls in glee, and Finn passes the fuck out.