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“I’m coming, Atlas,” I hiss out just before my entire body tumbles over the edge with a long mewl.

He moans in relief, and then follows me into ecstasy while holding me tighter, his hips never easing up as he empties himself into me.

I smile big at the feeling, my hands clutching the blankets underneath us until he kisses my shoulder and finally pulls out.

Before I can drop onto the blankets, Kendall is there and flipping me onto my back, a feral gleam apparent in his eyes.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he says, and I notice he’s already naked as he starts to kiss down my neck to my chest. His coconut scent rejuvenates me as his mouth latches onto one of my nipples and sucks, making my back arch.

As he explores me, I feel a hand come over and push my hair behind my ears.

I’m met with the most glorious light brown eyes as Ciro’s thumb caresses my cheek, watching me as Kendall forces me to start climbing another hill.

His usually demure rum scent is so strong, my throat burns like I just took a shot of it.

I move my hips, searching for friction as I begin to feel the same pressure building.

Kendall spreads my legs, and I can only moan as he sinks into me.

His hips find mine much faster because of the mess Atlas and I made, and it makes my eyes roll to the back of my head as Kendall pulls out and rolls back in.

He moves his hips in a way that enamors me, making me hold my mouth agape in shock as he continues to manipulate my body to his will.

Kendall sits up but continues his thrusts.

I close my eyes, feeling myself being taken away under a current when a foreign sensation has my eyes flying back open.

I look down and see Ciro. His fingers hold me open as his tongue slides over my clit, only inches away from the place where my blond alpha is fucking me relentlessly.

“Holy fuck,” I blurt out, my hand immediately flying to Ciro’s hair. A few chuckles fly out behind me as they all watch me bask in my pleasure and hold Ciro’s head in place as he laps at me with his tongue. It’s the most attractive thing I’ve ever seen.

It’s a lot sooner than I thought when my body falls into another abyss. This one is violent and abrupt as the best sensations continue to harmonize together. It’s fast and glorious, and Ciro falls back the second the climax subsides.

Kendall wraps his arms around me and guides me on top of him as he lies on his back. In this position, his cock hits a whole new angle and the power that I feel causes me to start moving immediately.

“Fuck—” he moans out as he attempts to grab my hips but my movement makes his hands grip the blanket beneath us instead. He watches me as I control the pace, his eyes filled with burning heat.

“Yes, sweetheart, that’s it.” He meets my thrusts with his own, the feeling heightening as my core tightens over him. “Right there, right fucking there. Good girl. Take all of it, Stacia. It’s fucking yours.”

He starts to come inside me, making a satisfied hum leave my lips. The bliss on my alpha’s face makes me feel powerful. I keep gyrating my hips, pulling everything I can from him until we’re both exhausted, falling into each other in a sweaty heap.

“I’m ruined,” Kendall says, panting heavily.

I pull myself off of him slowly and then plop down, trying to catch my own breath.

I get a hint of the same intoxicating spiced rum just before I feel something cold touch my lips.

I let Ciro tip the water bottle so I can drink, not having realized how thirsty I was until the cold liquid touched my tongue.

He puts it away when I’m done, then gives me a happy smile followed by a naughty whisper. “Do you think you can give me one more, Omega?”

I widen my eyes. My body is exhausted, but I’ve never been with Ciro in that way. And I really want to.

He sees my hesitation and goes to kiss my forehead. “I’m a patient man, Stacia. We can rest, and then continue this at another time.”

I instinctually shake my head, knowing that’s not what I want. “No. I want you now.”

The look on his face brightens before he nuzzles his nose against mine. “Remember your safe word. If it gets too much, please tell me.”

“I will.”

He pushes my knees closer to my chest and positions himself. There’s a pause where we catch eyes, and then we hold it as he nudges himself inside. I’m sensitive and already sore, but my body welcomes him like it knows he’s our mate. The first one my omega met. The first one to make me laugh.

Our eye contact makes me feel vulnerable.

He takes a different approach, figuring out the angle early on so that he can hit the spot inside me every time.

His thrusts are slow and thorough, to the point where it feels like he’s extracting my pleasure right from my core.

It’s a steady incline, less violent and more subtle, but still just as delightful as all the others.

He curses under his breath before his thumb finds my clit. He rubs in circles, his slow torturous pace never fluctuating as he makes love to me. Because that’s what this feels like. It feels like this man loves me, and he’s telling me in a way that doesn’t include words.

The thought drives me forward, pulling me under as my orgasm starts from my toes and travels upwards.

I can’t move and my sounds get caught in my throat as it’s ripped from my body.

Ciro’s thumb never leaves me as he falls forward, finding his own bliss with a low grunt and a bite to my shoulder. I wish he’d break the skin.

I can’t wait to have this Beta’s mark on me.

As if he could hear my thoughts, he nods against my shoulder and plants a kiss to the nip in my skin. “Me too, my love. Me too.”

Afterwards, we all lie there, satiated and spent. I feel split open, vulnerable, but their hands never sway from my body. Even as exhausted as they all are, they keep caressing lazily, resting their limbs on mine and cuddling in close.

A thought pops into my head. “Are we still having game night?”

The laughter that blooms is glorious to my ears. Different tones and pitches, every single one unique. But hearing them together ? It’s truly magical. Something I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing.

“Of course we are.” Atlas kisses my head affectionately. “We can start with whatever game you want.”

“I want to play Monopoly.”

Ciro and Uriah groan loudly, making me chuckle. “What? Is that another game you two aren’t good at?”

“Let’s just say, I’m not good with real money so how does anyone expect me to be good with fake money?” Ciro says.

“That’s understandable. Why do you not like it, Uriah?”

He gives a grunt under his breath before shrugging one shoulder. “I’m just terrible at it. But I’ll learn to love it for you, baby.”

I chuckle slightly. “You don’t have to pretend to enjoy something for me. I like that you have your own opinion. Maybe we shouldn’t play Monopoly.”

“Oh, we’re so playing,” Ciro states. “And we’ll hate every second of it. But as long as you’re enjoying yourself, that’s all that matters to us.”

A blush finds its way to my cheeks. It’s ironic considering what we all just did, that this is what causes my shyness to appear. “We don’t have to do that.”

Uriah laces his fingers at the nape of my neck, his grip so secure that it causes my perfume to slip out. “We’re doing it. Right after you let us bathe and take care of you. Okay, Omega?”

I nod. His intensity always causes a stir in my belly. “That sounds nice.”

And it was. The bath was the best bath I’ve ever had. And it had me fantasizing about future ones. Future aftercare. And I truly realized that this was always meant for me.

I belong with a pack. Their pack. And I’m extremely lucky for it.