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I move to reach for her other hand. At the very least, she should jerk me off, too.

And then I remember that it’s a bandaged, puffy mess and go back to jerking off.

Shit. I hadn’t meant to bite her hand in the first place.

Even a non-mating bite shouldn’t go anywhere close to bone.

But it had saved her, by some cosmic coincidence.

The poison wouldn’t have killed Grace right away, and we have antivenom back at base.

But it would have probably driven her insane. Even worse than her heat is.

I hadn’t meant to do that. I shouldn’t feel bad about it. But I do. The terror and pain on her face did something strange to me. Fuck this shit! No more worrying. I’m going to give into my rut, and wait my turn until I can fuck her senseless. Because I respect Nakoa even if I don’t care about her.

“Aaaah!” Nakoa pulls out with a sickening pop and lifts her chin.

We close in. I’m the first to burst, embarrassing as it is to admit. I coat her face in my load and smile as she licks what she can up. Leo’s next, and Nakoa’s not far behind, both shooting into her mouth. She starts to swallow, but Leo stops her.

“Show us,” he says, and I’m shocked. He’s not one to give orders.

Again, I’m irate when she follows his command without question, opening her mouth, swirling her tongue in the sticky, white mess we left behind. And then, to my shock, Leo spits in her mouth. I chuckle as her eyes go wide, her mouth still open, as Leo smiles.

“Good! Princess, you’re such a good girl,” he praises her, and I swear her cheeks flush a darker shade of red.

“Now swallow,” he orders, and she does, and the freak kisses her with most of our shared load still fresh in her mouth. “You can’t spit anymore. Got it? He may be a jerk, but he’s your second. So learn your lesson.”

I lift an incredulous eyebrow. When has he ever been one to obey rank? I mean, the little shit was just wailing on me for hurting her a few minutes ago by mistake.

Grace looks up and over at me, and a flash of hatred cuts through her lust. The feeling is mutual. So why does my chest constrict?

Heartburn? Yeah, that’s all it is. My rut is getting to me.

“Now what? You claim me?” Grace whispers, looking to our pack leader for guidance, and it’s the first time she’s talked in what seems like forever, voice hoarse and thick with desire.

“Soon…” Nakoa says, but his usual commanding tone isn’t there. He sounds hesitant as he flicks his wrist, silently commanding her to lie on her back.

She does, keeping her legs clenched as we join her on the ground, Leo and I, while Nakoa stands with his arms crossed over his chest. Leo gets to work removing her dress, despite her protests.

I release a shuddering breath as her breasts are freed from their tightly wound prison, a matching black lacy bra almost torn off, until Grace stops Leo and unhooks it herself.

She lies back down, and her dusky brown, perky nipples bounce up and down.

Grace hides her face, and I lick my lips.

It’s like they’re begging to be sucked. I grip one taunt nipple between my thumb and forefinger, twist, and yank.

Her spine curves into my touch, and she releases a brutal sound between a whine and a gasp.

Leo dives in for a taste of her right nipple that is just as desperate for his affection, teeth grazing her skin as he nips and suckles at her breasts.

The discs of Grace’s nipples are larger than I expected, but so are her breasts in general.

Her bra’s enchanted, because I don’t think such a tiny omega could have hidden such big ass natural tits otherwise.

Delicious.

“Look at me. Look at us,” I whisper, yanking the wrist without any injuries from shielding Grace’s brooding brown eyes.

She seems embarrassed by them, her perfect breasts, but it’s making my once limp cock rock hard in an instant as I squeeze the soft flesh.

I suck and tease her nipple alongside Leo as her moans pitch higher, taking on a feverish tone.

When we’re finished toying with her, our pack leader’s tortured breathing signals that playtime is over.

“Remember what I asked you to do, my omega?” Nakoa whispers, and I forgot he was still here for a moment.

She nods slowly, hissing as she shakes, “Spread my legs?”

“Yes,” our alpha says, smiling down at her like she’s the most precious thing in the whole wide world.

I have to hand it to him; Nakoa’s tactics seem to be working.

Slowly, the omega’s guard relaxes, defenseless, and her legs part and, oh, she’s drowning us in pheromones now as her whole body blushes a pleasant pink from head to toe.

I lean in, trailing kisses, and bitemarks around Grace’s heaving breasts, quivering stomach, until I reach the rich scent of her spread, soaking wet pussy lips.

As I get closer, I realize there are other scents mixed in with her intense floral aroma and wet, hot heat.

Sensual, feminine yet faint. Jasmine, laced with elegant vanilla, and the luxurious scent of honey.

Grace smells similar to a perfume I might’ve smelled over a decade ago, before the war, on the skin of female prison guards.

She smells like a blossoming honey pot. It’s a fitting description for her drenched sex, since we’ll be on our honeymoon soon enough.

Well, Nakoa and her will be. And that doesn’t piss me off. Not in the least.

“Come on, little white rabbit. Open wide for me. Nakoa can’t wait much longer to fuck you, now can he?” I attempt a command, and by the time I realize I’ve done it, I don’t know why I did.

I shouldn’t want her to listen, to give in, to stroke my alpha ego by obeying me.

And yet I do, and I preen as she smiles, high off my praise.

High in general, I guess, just as I am. Graces reaches down, threading her lower lips with her fingers, before she parts those slick petals for me.

I lick my lips again, and lap up some of her cum and slick before I dive in. She’s overflowing with it.

“Make her come already Raphael. I can’t wait much longer,” Leo says, like I haven’t just started eating her pussy. Impatient little prick. He’s going last. He may just have to knot his hand.

I swirl my tongue against her slit, then lap her up from tip to clit.

Grace wraps her legs around my shoulders, and I lift her slightly so I can hit the right spots inside her.

The first two fingers slip in without any effort, and I coil them upward, stroking her clenching wall as I toy with her puffy lips, purposely avoiding her clit next.

I want her begging, I want her dripping wet, even more so then the explosion of slick and pheromone-laced cum she’s soaked in now.

And more than anything, I want to be the one who marks her next.

No!

That’s just my rut whispering nonsense into my mind.

I squeeze a third finger in and move more roughly, denying her the pleasure and the quicker release of having her clit sucked at the same time as I ghost over her sensitive spot with my fingers.

I keep at it, adding a fourth finger, and this time, she begs.

But not for more, she begs me to stop, that it’s too much as the same time she smashes her clit against my lips.

Grace is bucking wildly, demanding I stop teasing her.

At this rate, I’ll slip my fist inside her. And she won’t want that, now would she?

So why am I doing all this? Because I don’t want our knots to hurt? Because I know Leo and Nakoa’s and mine are bigger than most alphas? No, of course not, because Nakoa wouldn’t let us in her pussy so soon after him. He’ll knot her, mark her, and we’ll get her ass if we’re lucky. So…

Why! Why? Why!?

I can’t find a good answer to my question, focusing all my efforts on getting her off. And when she falls apart, it’s magnificent, her whole body shaking as she douses my face with her release.

“She smells divine,” Leo coos, but his voice sounds so distant as my blood roars in my veins and my ears.

When she comes down from her high, my fingers are gone, and she’s splayed wide open for the taking.

I lay her back down on the ground, lie on my stomach, and press one finger into the tight ring of her asshole.

She jerks, not appreciating the intrusion, but she doesn’t run.

I keep torturing her clit with my tongue as I push my finger to the knuckle inside her clenching ring, tighter than her pussy by a long shot.

When I look at her, up and over the mounds of her breasts, she’s not glaring.

Grace seems curious about what I’m doing, and probably how good it’s feeling, too.

Wonderful.

There are three of us, and our omega has three holes.

At some point, we’re putting them all to good use.

This back-to-back nonsense we’ll have us come to blows, otherwise.

She might as well get used to having her second entrance explored, her throat stuffed, and her pussy knotted when she’s so slick and wet.

I can introduce her quickly, and later, we’ll take her at the same time.

I try to force another finger inside, but she whines, and Leo growls.

“Be gentle,” he murmurs, and I roll my eyes like I didn’t have four fingers shoved inside her pussy moments ago until she squirted in my mouth. If anything, I’m being as gentle as I could ever be, given how raw this rut is for me.

I cock my head to the side, trailing kisses on Grace’s inner thigh, and chuckle when my vision decides to focus.

Leo’s on his knees beside me, near her face.

He has her panties balled up in his fist, stroking his cock like a madman with them tangled on his shaft.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Leo jerks himself so hard he sprains his dick.

But I turn away from him and continue with my meal.