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They are both watching us. Not her. Us.

But I don’t want to hope. I won’t let myself hope.

It’s the rut. It’s fucking with my mind. Whispering sweet lies in my ear. Inflating my stupid hopes.

I won’t let it.

I won’t.

But I’m a sucker for this. Exactly this.

“What are you fuckers, waiting for? You heard the omega. She needs more.”

It’s Colt who meets my eye first and I can see it dancing there. The memories. He remembers just how good this can be.

He staggers up on his hands and knees, reaching between Molly’s legs to coat himself in her slick. Then he’s above us, caging us in his arms, he’s lining himself up with her back hole and she begins to whimper, knowing what’s coming.

“You want this, little butterfly?” the soldier asks from somewhere in the bed.

“So badly,” she moans and Colt can’t pretend any longer. He sinks himself down, down into her. I peer over her shoulder, watching as she takes more and more of his thick cock, feeling him rub against me through her delicate walls.

I groan. Shit, that’s good, so good, especially when his knot knocks up against mine and starlight crashes across my vision.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Colt pants, right by her ear, his weight pressing down on us both.

“Y-y-y-y-yes, Alpha,” she says, practically chirping those Goddamn words.

It’s enough to have Colt losing his mind. He should go careful, go slow. But he’s pounding her, his cock thrusting in and out and making the little thing howl with pleasure, her pussy convulsing around me all over again, sucking more come from my balls.

Yeah, this is why an omega needs two, three, four, five alphas. We’re breeding her now, making her body do exactly what it was designed to do, milk us for every last drop of our seed. Let us fill her up. She was made for fucking.

“Oh God,” she murmurs, wet tears sliding off her cheeks and pattering against my lips. I lick that shit up, smothering her face in kisses.

“Feels good doesn’t it, little one?”

“Oh God, so good, so good … Colt!”

“Fuck,” he grunts, his rhythm turning desperate and half-crazed.

See, that uptight, well-to-do act. Bullshit. This is him. The real him. Deranged. Mad for it. Giving her everything he has.

I forgot how damn good he was. How damn good this is.

The omega’s body jolts with ecstasy and shudders and shivers in my arms, electricity racing all over her body, sparking against my skin.

No, it’s a lie. I never forgot. Never. I just don’t remember it ever being this good before. Never this good.

28

Molly

I wake to darkness,the scent of alpha and the sound of breath.

I’m lying in a pool of sweat, my skin scorching hot, my pussy aching and pain splintering through my gut.

My heat.

I strain to remember how I ended up here as the pain intensifies and my eyes adjust to the light. Three figures emerge from the gloom all curled around me. A head on my thigh, an arm around my waist, a cock nudging at my backside.