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“...You want to tear her ass apart when she has a slick pussy ready to be fucked?” he asks and I’m startled by the response.

“What?” I ask, never thinking he’d allow us all to knot her so soon. Maybe her ass, yeah. But not her pussy.

He’s never let me before, and this is our first time with Leo.

Packs don’t usually do. The leader does, and then when he deems you ready, you get a shot—pack rules, pack hierarchy.

But then, I shouldn’t be. We’re not like the other packs.

Not now, I discern as our alpha looks at me like I hit my head.

Grace isn’t just a fling to sate our rut.

She’s Nakoa’s wife. At least, she thinks she is, since he deceived her.

And when has a pack leader kept the pack’s queen all to himself?

“Well, I doubt she wants two alpha knots after you wrecked her like that,” I whisper, not trying to sound humble, just refusing to accept reality. “I should…”

I drift off as he glares at me, and then inclines his head to Leo’s who looks like he’s dying on the ground, still trying to get his balls to empty that won’t be sated until he’s allowed to fuck.

“ We are a pack, and she is our mate,” he says, and I just nod. “Now fuck her where it counts.”

“Fine, I’ll fuck her senseless. But she will never be my mate,” I grit out, and he sneers at me.

“Just you wait. You’ll be eating those words soon enough,” he murmurs, chest heaving, while I seethe in silence.

I arrange Grace back on the ground, with her legs spread over my waist. I know it would be better to do this in a nest, but it’s not like we can turn back time now.

I hope her back can take it. She only has a bandage on her hand and feet right now, but I know she’s hurting.

At least I can soothe the ache inside of her for now.

I don’t waste time, driving my cock into her with abandon.

Somewhere along the way, Leo and Nakoa drop down beside me.

“Leo, pay attention to both breasts this time, you dumb bastard. You’re going to suck her nipple off,” Nakoa chides. But I don’t want that. Just for a moment, I want to pretend I have her all to myself.

Grace melts into my arms as I lean over to hold her, magnificent breasts smashed against my chest, as I dig my nails into her round, soft ass.

I rock back on my heels, and bounce her on my dick.

I take her just as roughly, maybe more so than Nakoa, keeping a relentless pace so I can cum, get this over with, stop this maddening rut that’s destroying my mind and resolve.

I want to focus on that, but my eyes keep wandering to our little white rabbit’s perfectly plump pink lips.

She refused Nakoa’s kiss and Leo’s. Would she refuse mine?

I laugh, tongue flicking against the cut that will most likely scar my lips.

And I’m pleased by this new trophy, this mark of conquest.

Even in the throes of her heat, I wouldn’t put it past her to rip my tongue out if I tried to kiss her.

She cut my lip in the warehouse because she jerked so hard, sickened by the thought of kissing me.

I suppose I’m a deviant because the thought turns me on.

I felt a sick thrill when her blunt canines scraped my bottom lip, as if she were marking me.

How good would I feel if she dug her teeth into my lips when I crushed her lips against mine, even if she resented it and me?

Damn it! Just the thought is like shooting up a drug. The ecstasy I feel is indescribable.

I pump inside of my omega with short, controlled thrusts now, trying to stretch out the high as long as I can before I fuck her hard and deep, knot her, and find my release.

But it’s too late for that. My first knot swells, locking us into place.

I pant hard, unable to keep the majority of my weight off of her as I fall back to the ground.

I only have the top half of my knotted cock inside of her, but it’s more than enough.

She doesn’t seem to mind the pressure, smiling up at me with hazy eyes. I wonder if she’s seeing me at all.

I kiss her forehead, thankful she seems happy with this arrangement for now. Grace kneads my lower back, and then my ass, whispering, “More…”

What an insatiable whore. A gift, really, for an unbonded pack starved for an omega’s touch for so very long. I wish I had more to shoot inside of her, but I can feel that my balls are finally running on empty, and I know Leo won’t last another second.

“Move, please,” he grits out, seconds after I finally slip out, and I roll over so he can take her.

He’s inside her by the time I blink. And since she’s so stretched and slick already, and Leo’s been oh so patient, I’m certain his knot is already swollen by the way Grace groans and whimpers with each thrust, since taking a knotting cock’s thrust can be torturous.

But she seems to love it! I can see it, staring into her eyes as she takes him.

She clutches his scarred shoulders, but is looking at me.

She breaks eye contact only long enough to kiss Leo’s freckled shoulder blade, urging the youngest alpha in our pack to fuck her harder and deeper, telling him don’t stop, over and over again like a mantra.

I’m the one to tear my eyes away after she looks back at me.

They say comparison is the theft of joy.

Well, whoever came up with that saying didn’t lie.

She didn’t do anything like that with me.

She wanted me to use her, maybe, pussy clenching, clawing my back, but otherwise silent as she took my dick.

But in the unguarded parts of her heat-stricken mind, Grace begged for Leo’s cock and she obeyed Nakoa’s orders happily.

Not me. What did I expect? Nothing less. So why am I so unsettled? Who sounds like a whiny bitch now?

“Good boy,” Nakoa says, startling me out of my dark and disturbed musings.

He settles behind Leo, leaning against his back, one hand on his bucking hips, and the other tossed over his shoulder. I wonder if he hasn’t had enough yet? Nakoa whispers something into Leo’s ear, who whines low in his throat.

Nakoa’s always babied the psychotic bastard , I think, stroking my now rock hard cock. How the hell am I still hard? When will my rut stop? It’s like I haven’t even come!

“That’s it. Harder. Make sure you knot her where you belong, Leo. But you have to last to do that, don’t you? So slow down before you cum,” he says, coaching him through it. The fuck? And then it dawns on me.

I laugh, and the sound is choppy because I haven’t laughed this hard in ages. It slowly transforms into a deep, guttural sound that fills my belly with warmth.

This bastard ain’t never fucked anything but his hand his entire life.

He’s fucked some dolls we’ve found, and wasn’t apart of our pack until this year.

Maybe he’s toyed with a beta behind our backs.

But I doubt it. Grace is his first, and being that he’s so stupidly loyal, even to a woman who obviously wants to kill us, she’ll be Leo’s last.

“A-Am I doing it wrong?” Leo asks, his voice breaking as if he’s about to cry. “She’s not moaning like she was with y’all.”

My hand stills on my cock, sitting up, frowning. Guess I’m not the only one measuring myself against my pack. Leo looks over his shoulder at Nakoa, and then at me, desperation etched into his sweaty features.

I frown and reach over to squeeze his shoulder with my non-cumstained hand after I scoot over, “No, you’re doing just fine. She’s cum more than enough. She’s blissed out. It’s an omega thing when they’re in heat. Focus on your pleasure for now.”

I expect Nakoa to disagree, but he doesn’t, leaning on Leo, shifting so he’s flanking his right while I flank his left.

I guess because he knows I’m right. Grace isn’t there anymore.

She’s in that state that only omegas can reach.

I was told it’s like floating in the clouds, your whole body one bundle of raw nerves.

Like going feral, but ten times worse. Or, should I say, better.

She’s not unlike the sex dolls Leo’s fucked in the past, and I guess that’s unsettling him.

“Princess! I-I’ll get better. I promise. But I can’t… I can’t…”

He covers her body, clawing the dirt. Something makes a spurting sound, and I think we’ve finally made her pop.

Too much cum in her pussy, and it’s all being forced out by her third knot.

I have to give it to Grace. She may be daddy’s little omega princess, but she sure knows how to take dick like an alpha queen.

Nakoa pats Leo’s back, who’s heaving harder than I’ve ever heard him heave before.

And I’ve seen him swing from treetops and buildings like it’s nothing.

It must’ve been too much for his peanut brain to handle.

It’s overloading from his rut. My suspicion is confirmed when Nakoa grabs a fistful of his hair, forcing Leo’s head back, holding it there until his knot starts unswelling.

His canines are enormous, and his blown-out pupils turn his green eyes nearly pitch black.

Leo’s gone full feral for the first time, and he can’t handle it like Nakoa could.

One wrong move, and he would’ve been the first to leave a mating mark, that much I know for certain.

“S-sorry,” he chokes out as he finally pulls out, his rational mind checking back into the peanut hotel.

But Nakoa doesn’t seem pissed off. If anything, he’s amused as he releases Leo’s long red hair, and tips his chin up, “It’s alright. You couldn’t help it. Now let’s get cleaned up back at base. And check on Grace.”

That’s a good plan. We’ve made a complete mess out here, and Grace needs attention. I’m still hard, and so is our pack leader. Probably Leo will be hard again, too, since he’s pulled out of the omega.

“You did great for your first time. And in rut. Don’t beat yourself up,” Nakoa says, vision unfocused, his tone encouraging.

He’s still high off her pheromones just like I am, total and utter bliss written all over his features. Shit. We might not make it to base if we don’t leave now. I might get my wish to kill Grace Wilder, but it’ll be from fucking her to death not strangulation.

“Next time, I’ll do better,” Leo says as he grabs his shorts, crawling back over, bending down to kiss Grace’s stomach. It’s oddly sweet, until he uses his fingers to push the cum leaking out of her back inside.

“Stop that,” I grit out between clenched teeth, despite it making me harder as I watch. “You know we can’t mate her like that. Our seed will never take root.”

And why would we want to bring new life into this wretched place anyway? Goes unsaid.

But Leo ignores me like the spoiled brat he is, until Nakoa kicks him in the ass. He falls over, as our pack alpha looms over him, showing a glimpse of his carefully concealed rage.

“Listen to your second, third,” he barks without any bite. Damn, it’s like Grace has defanged us. But Leo won’t notice. It’s not like Nakoa reprimands Leo often, so his tone must sound downright sinister.

“B-But we should try! We’re a pack. Alphas should…” Leo trails off, his stutter coming back, as Nakoa levels one of his infamous glares at him. A real glare that looks as if he’s on the verge of his next kill.

That’s rare; I’m happy to be outside of his crosshairs for once.

“Yes, alpha! Sorry, alpha,” Leo says, bowing his head as I snort and stand up, taking my place beside our leader.

It was what, a year ago, when Leo presented as an alpha rather than a beta?

It won’t be easy to remove the mannerisms beaten into him for his survival.

But sooner rather than later, he needs to react like an alpha, not a beta, when faced with a challenge.

He should always show deference, but never submission.

“Ugh,” I grunt, head pounding, knowing that’s a lesson for another night.

And woah, the sun is almost setting! We’ve been at it for way too long. It never ceases to astonish me how long I can last, how long we can last, with an omega in heat and thrown into a collective rut. It’s like entering a sexual marathon.

Finally, as we’re preparing to leave, Grace releases a long, heavy sigh and returns to Earth.

I look down at her, and she looks up at me, contempt creeping into her strained expression.

She’s back, alright. Without another word, I bend down and cradle her in my arms like she’s special, because she is, as much as I hate to admit it.

Nakoa motions for Leo to zip up his dick while I cast a forlorn glance at the forest. Something isn’t right.

I know it. Nakoa knows it. Even Leo’s dumbass knows it too.

Grace shouldn’t smell so sweet anymore, like she’s in heat.

And yet, she does. And she is in heat. Again.

It’s like a never-ending loop for her. It makes absolutely no fucking sense!

I hold her closer, as if I can shield her from the world by doing so. Leo lifts a scarred hand to the sky, and as if on cue, a drizzle blankets the stone and the surrounding forest.

“Base camp?” Leo asks, and I shake my head no, looking to Nakoa for backup.

“Camp at the shore. We’re too far, there are too many threats, and she’ll get too cold. We promised the boys a raid, and we won’t be able to do that if we’re defending our mate tooth and nail,” I say, slipping up by saying mate.

Nakoa smiles, and I snort, but I’m relieved when he nods in agreement.

No more words need to be exchanged between us.

Grace shivers in my arms, and with a grimace, I take off at a jog.

I know the forest, the beaches, and the backroads like the back of my hand.

I move easily, even with Grace’s extra weight in my arms. Not that she weighs much at all, to my surprise.

She seems too thin for an omega of her status, but what do I know?

Nakoa and Leo aren’t far behind, our pack leader guarding my rear while Leo swings from the trees like some monkey.

I try to concentrate on what’s essential for our survival: shelter, food, and fire.

That and the upcoming battle, to take the section of North Shore left vulnerable by the crash that dropped Grace on Providence.

But all I can think about is the shivering omega who wants to rip my throat out, that smells like a million flowers in bloom, who has haunted me nonstop for over a decade, my heart breaking as I accept that the girl who ruined my life doesn’t even remember me.