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Finn’s thumb brushes across my cheek in an unexpectedly gentle gesture. “It’s to be expected. This is all new for you.” His eyes drift down to where Kane’s release is still sliding down my thighs. “A warm bath might help.”

My stomach chooses that moment to growl loudly, making Finn’s lips curl into a rare smile.

His hand drops to my belly, rubbing gentle circles that send strange shivers through me.

There’s something almost reverent in the way he touches me, as if he’s imagining something that isn’t there, like I’m pregnant or something.

The thought makes me shiver.

I glance around and spot my dress from last night, or what’s left of it, crumpled on the rug nearby. I grab it and hold it against my chest, not that it offers much coverage, torn as it is.

“Come,” Finn says, his hand settling at the small of my back as he guides me away from the nesting room and deeper into the house.

With every step, I discover more of a place I’ve never seen before. The house is rustic yet luxurious, featuring high wooden beams and large windows that showcase the surrounding forest. Tall pines stand outside, their branches filtering the morning light. There’s not another building in sight.

It looks like we’re in a forest of some sort.

“Where are we?” I ask, my voice still raspy from last night’s screaming. “We’re not in the city? ”

“No,” Finn confirms as we walk down a hallway lined with what appear to be handmade wooden sculptures. “This is our second home. Pack territory, away from the city.”

I stop, forcing him to pause beside me. “Pack territory? So it’s true, then? Everything you said last night about being... werewolves?”

The word feels ridiculous coming out of my mouth, but after what I witnessed—the way their eyes glowed, the inhuman growls, the knots that swelled inside me—I can’t deny the evidence of my own experience.

“Yes,” Finn replies simply, without a hint of a joke or a lie in his eyes. “We wanted to mark you somewhere special on pack territory.”

I start walking again, processing this information.

“It’s beautiful,” I admit, then add with a touch of bitterness, “but you didn’t have to drug me to bring me here.”

“Would you have willingly walked into a strange nest and allowed three werewolves to bite you?”

I consider the question as we enter what must be the main bathroom, a space larger than my entire apartment with Justin. A massive stone tub sits beneath a window that overlooks a serene pond.

“Probably not,” I finally answer as Finn starts running water into the tub. “But still, you should have given me a choice.”

“We did,” he says, his back to me as he adjusts the temperature.

“Your body made the choice for you. Your scent and your verbal responses told us everything we needed to know.” He turns to face me, his expression serious.

“A soulmate recognizes her alphas, Mia. Even if her conscious mind doesn’t understand yet. ”

“Is it true then?” I ask, watching the steam rise from the filling tub. “Are we really... bonded now?”

Finn approaches me slowly as if he fears I might bolt if he moves too quickly. He takes the torn dress from my hands and tosses it aside, leaving me naked and vulnerable once more. His fingers trace the bite mark on my thigh- his mark sending a pulse of heat straight to my core.

“The bond is very real,” he says, his voice deepening. “Especially for werewolves. It would cause you immense emotional pain if you tried to leave now. Us too.”

I shiver despite the warmth of the bathroom.

Just a week ago, I was trapped in a dead-end relationship with Justin, enduring his daily reminders that I was worthless and that no one else would ever want me.

Now, I’m apparently bonded to three insanely hot men—werewolves—who can’t seem to keep their hands off me.

It feels surreal, like a fantasy I would have been embarrassed to even dream about.

Finn helps me into the tub, and the warm water immediately soothes my aching muscles. To my surprise, he strips off his own clothes and joins me, his hard body sliding in behind mine.

It feels so natural to lean back against his chest, to let his strong arms encircle me.

The water rises around us, and I spread my legs slightly, allowing the warm liquid to soothe my tender pussy. I sigh with relief, letting my head fall back against Finn’s shoulder.

“Better?” he asks, his breath warm against my ear.

“Mmm,” I respond, too relaxed to form real words.

His hands begin to move over my skin, spreading soap in slow, circular motions across my shoulders, down my arms, and then to my breasts. I gasp as his callused palms cup their weight, his thumbs flicking across my nipples until they harden into stiff peaks.

“Finn,” I whisper, unsure if I’m protesting or encouraging.

He doesn’t respond verbally. Instead, he shifts me slightly so he can lower his head, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. The hot, wet suction sends a bolt of arousal straight between my legs, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me.

His tongue circles my nipple, teeth grazing it lightly before he sucks it deep again. One hand continues to knead my other breast while his free hand slides down my stomach, fingers spreading my thighs wider under the water.

“You’re making me horny again,” I complain weakly, arching into his touch. “My pussy will never get a break at this rate.”

Finn chuckles darkly against my skin as he switches to my other breast, sucking it with dedication while his fingers begin to explore between my legs. Despite my soreness, I find myself responding, growing slick for him as he presses gently against my folds.

“Your body was made for this,” he murmurs against my breast. “Made for us.”

Suddenly, the bathroom door opens, and I jerk in surprise, water sloshing around us.

Jace walks in, carrying a tray of food, his eyes immediately finding mine.

A slow grin spreads across his face as he takes in the scene—me naked in the tub with Finn, his mouth on my breast, his hand moving between my legs under the water.

“Well, hello there, Mia,” Jace says, setting the tray on a nearby counter. “How’s your morning been, honey?”

My face burns with embarrassment, but my body doesn’t seem to mind the audience. If anything, Jace’s presence heightens my arousal, my pussy clenching around the fingers Finn has slipped inside me.

“It’s, um, going good,” I gasp, my voice hitching as Finn’s thumb finds my clit.

Jace pulls up a stool beside the tub, precariously balanced at the edge so he can reach the tray. He spears a piece of fluffy omelet with a fork and brings it to my lips.

“Eat,” he commands softly. “You need your strength.”

I open my mouth obediently, accepting the bite of food. It’s delicious—cheesy and perfectly seasoned—and I hum with pleasure as I chew. All the while, Finn continues his dual assault, sucking one nipple while his fingers work magic between my legs under the water.

It’s surreal, being fed by one man while another pleasures me, yet it somehow feels right. Natural, even. I open for another bite, this time a piece of juicy strawberry that Jace traces along my lower lip before letting me take it from the fork.

“What’s Finn doing to you down there?” Jace asks, his voice dropping an octave as he feeds me another bite of omelet. “Tell me.”

I nearly choked on my food, surprised by the direct question. Finn’s fingers slow but don’t stop, clearly waiting for my answer.

“He’s... touching me,” I whisper.

Jace shakes his head, pressing a slice of melon to my lips. “Not good enough, baby. I want details. Tell me exactly what his fingers are doing to that sweet pussy.”

I can see the beginnings of Jace’s erection pressing against his shorts as he watches my breasts bounce in the water when Finn makes me jump from his finger in my pussy.

“He has two fingers inside me,” I admit, my voice barely audible. “And his thumb is circling my clit.”

“Good girl,” Jace praises, feeding me another bite. “Is he making you wet? Is your pussy getting nice and slick for him?”

I nod, feeling increasingly embarrassed as the pleasure builds from Finn’s relentless fingers.

“Say it,” Jace insists. “I want to hear you say the words.”

“Yes,” I gasp as Finn’s teeth graze my nipple. “He’s making me wet. My pussy is so slick for him. ”

“Fuck,” Jace groans, adjusting himself through his shorts. “You’re so perfect, Mia. So fucking perfect for us.”

The praise washes over me, intensifying every sensation. I’m desperate for release now, my hips moving subtly against Finn’s hand as Jace continues to feed me. The mundane act of eating with the building sexual tension is strangely erotic, keeping me on edge without letting me tip over.

Just as I finish the last bite of food, Finn’s fingers withdraw from my pussy, leaving me empty and aching. I whimper in protest, but he’s already standing, water cascading down his muscular body.

“Bathtime is over,” he says, helping me to my feet. “You’re clean enough.”

Jace hands him a large, fluffy towel, and Finn wraps it around me, carefully drying every inch of my skin. They work together to guide me out of the bathroom and into an adjacent bedroom—a beautiful space with a massive four-poster bed, fresh flowers in vases, and candles waiting to be lit.

“On your stomach,” Finn directs, helping me onto the bed after removing the towel.

I comply, stretching out on the soft sheets, my body still horny and pent-up after Finn’s teasing. I watch as Jace retrieves a bottle from a bedside drawer—massage oil, I realize as he pours some into his palm.

“We’re going to take care of you,” Jace says, his voice gentle as he begins to massage my right leg while Finn takes the left.

Their hands work in tandem, kneading tired muscles and smoothing oil into my skin.

It feels incredible as their strong fingers work out knots I didn’t even know I had.

They start at my calves, working their way up to my thighs, and then, to my surprise, they spread my legs wider, exposing me completely.

“Look at that pretty pussy,” Jace murmurs, his fingers dangerously close to my center. “All pink and swollen from taking Kane’s knot.”

“Still wet, too,” Finn adds, his thumb brushing my outer lips and gathering my slickness. “Her body’s begging for more.”

“Please,” I whimper, beyond shame now, my butt lifting slightly in invitation.

“Still hungry for cock after taking Kane twice?” Jace teases, his fingers skating along my inner thigh.

“I bet she could take us right now,” Finn says, his voice lower and rougher. “This sweet cunt was made for alpha cock. She doesn’t know it yet.”

At this point, I’m squirming over the sheets, desperate for relief—desperate for something.

Jace moves to massage my back, his skilled hands working out tension from my shoulders down to my waist, while Finn remains between my spread legs.

Without warning, I feel Finn’s breath against my pussy, followed by the hot, wet slide of his tongue between my folds. I cry out, unprepared for the direct stimulation after being teased for so long.

“Oh my god,” I moan, my hands fisting in the sheets as Finn licks a long stripe from my entrance to my clit.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Jace asks, his hands continuing their massage even as Finn licks around my pussy and into my hole. “Does Finn’s tongue feel good on your sweet pussy?”

“Yes,” I gasp, unable to form more complex thoughts as Finn’s tongue circles my clit before dipping inside me. “So good. Oh my god.”

Finn eats me out with single-minded focus, his strong hands gripping my ass to hold me open for his mouth.

His tongue alternates between fucking into me and flicking across my swollen clit, building my pleasure with ruthless efficiency.

Jace’s hands on my back keep me pinned to the bed for Finn to taste me.

“Look how beautiful you are,” Jace praises as my body begins to tremble. “You look happy with Finn’s tongue deep inside your pussy. I can see your slick soaking the sheets, baby. We love seeing how wet we make you.”

The combination of Jace’s words and Finn’s relentless tongue pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

When Finn slides two fingers inside me while sucking hard on my clit, I shatter, crying out as my orgasm tears through me.

My pussy clenches rhythmically around his fingers, my whole body shaking with the force of my release.

“You’re shaking,” Finn murmurs against my sensitive flesh. “Good girl. So perfect.”

I’m still panting, my legs spread wide and trembling in the aftermath when the bedroom door swings open. Kane stands in the doorway, fully dressed and serious-faced, despite me being splayed out like a feast for his men.

“We need to talk,” he says to Finn and Jace, his voice tense. “Something serious has come up.”

Both men straighten immediately, responding to the authority in Kane’s voice. They exchange a look I can’t interpret before Jace asks, “Will you be okay alone for a bit, Mia?”

I push myself up on shaky arms, suddenly aware of how exposed I am. “Yes, I’ll be fine.”

They hesitate, clearly reluctant to leave me, but Kane’s expression brooks no argument. As they follow him out, I quickly scan the room and walk to the door to listen in on what they’re saying.

I creep to the door, opening it just a crack to listen. The three men are in the living room, their heads bent close together as they speak in hushed tones.

“Other packs are already aware there’s an omega in the area,” Kane is saying, his voice tight with concern. “I spotted at least three alphas circling the perimeter this morning, catching her scent.”

“Fucking hell,” Jace mutters. “Already?”

“We need to leave then,” Finn says, his usually quiet voice laced with steel. “And she needs to be knotted by all of us. The claiming is still too fresh, and others might challenge it.”

I pull back from the door, my heart racing. Omega? Other packs? Alphas circling? Am I in danger? What does it all mean to be an omega in their world?

I press my hand to the bite mark on my neck—Kane’s mark—feeling it pulse with a strange warmth. Whatever this new reality is, I’m firmly in the middle of it.

I close the door quietly, determined to ask Kane directly what this all means, especially if I’m in danger.