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We all hear the footsteps trudge up the stairs to the Omega suite, and we share a knowing look. It’s gonna be a long night. Hell, maybe Flint will let me camp out in his room because after that little show earlier, I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold myself back if all that separates me from my girl is a paltry office door.

Who knew voyeurism was another kink of mine?

Surprisingly, Raff’s door opens down the hall, then closes shortly after. Pretty sure we’re all holding our breath until he walks in and drops onto the far side of the sectional. He’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of Phoenix Heat sweats, his eyelids heavy like he just woke up.

“Why are you all staring at me like that?” he asks, voice low and husky.

His scent—no, scratch that. Their combined scents flood the room. He smells like a spicy creamsicle, and if it’s that strong to me, then it has to be overpowering to the Alphas.

Flint clears his throat. “We just didn’t expect to see you down here is all.”

One corner of his mouth quirks up. “We passed out in one of the hammocks by the beach. When I woke up, I decided I’d taken our exhibitionism experiment far enough and carried her upstairs. She was dead to the world and needed the rest, but I almost couldn’t force myself to walk away because she has the cutest little snore.”

“Dare you to tell her that,” Nix quips.

“She knows,” I interject. “I’ve told her a few times when she’s fallen asleep on my sofa during movie night. She denies it each time.”

Raff chuckles, his face slowly dropping the playfulness I’ve grown used to. He shoots us a look that clearly says something’s up.

“What is it, Raff?” Flint asks softly.

The muscles in his jaw tense as he runs a hand down his beard. “I finally know why she’s fought us all these years.”

There’s a few beats of silence while the Alpha scents filling the room go sour.

“Well?” Nix barks impatiently.

“She doesn’t want kids.”

Elliott and I have talked at length about a lot of things during our friendship—including the fact that we were both adopted to older couples who are no longer with us—and I know she doesn’t want a pack. She’s a very independent woman, so while I’m not necessarily shocked that kids aren’t in her long-term plan, it is a little surprising that this is her reasoning for holding herself back from a pack. Part of me thinks that there’s more to this story than even I know.

Not that it matters to me either way. Kids are never something I gave much thought to, but considering I’m surrounded by Alphas who have a biological need to breed their Omega—hence rutting and feralization—I could almost see Elliott’s brain at work, creating roadblocks that would protect her from the ultimate eventuality as well as protect them from what she would see as a flaw.

“Okay, so?” Nixon asks.

“She was sure we’d change our minds once we knew, but I’m telling you guys right now, I don’t give a damn about having kids. I just want her forever and always.”

Flint sits forward, elbows landing on his knees. “I mean, I wouldn’t say no to kids, but they’re not something I would consider a necessity in my consideration of an Omega. We’re all professional athletes who travel a lot for our careers. Not to mention the fact that we could very well be traded and forced to move from one new city to another. That’s damned difficult on a pack, let alone kids.”

“He’s right,” Nixon agrees, eyeing all of us. “Plus, I’m thirty-eight. It’s not like I’m a young stud anymore. I’d personally like to spend some time with my Omega and my pack, maybe travel during the off-season. Babies would make that damn hard.”

Raff looks at me. “What about you, Beta boy?”

“I’ve always been fully in Elliott’s corner. Whatever she wants is what I want.”

He nods, looking pleased. “Then I guess it’s settled. We’ll have to sit her down and have a talk. Prove to her that our primary focus is on her, and nothing else.”

“We should have that talk sooner rather than later. I’m ready to claim that woman now,” Nixon murmurs.

“Same here.” Flint’s heady gaze collides with mine. “This should hopefully go without saying, but when we claim Elliott, I want to claim you too, Sy. You’re already becoming a part of this pack, and I want it to be official.”

I suddenly forget how to breathe like a normal fucking person.

Raff leans over, nudging me with his elbow. “In and out, Sy. That’s right. Your Alpha should really be more careful. He almost killed you with that blatant honesty he just laid down.”

My Alpha. Yeah, I like the sound of that.

“I want that too,” I murmur, eyes locking with the man who’s staring at me like I’m something special.

Raff claps his hands together. “Fuck. We’re close, brothers. I can feel it. Can’t you?”

Nixon and Flint share a look, then turn to me. We all nod, our future plan looking more solid than it ever has.

The feeling roiling through me makes my belly flip. It lingers, following me upstairs when I finally head to bed, then for over an hour while I lie there, staring up at the ceiling. Glancing at the clock, I realize it’s almost one in the morning. Elle’s been asleep in her bed for almost two hours.

At the thought of my best friend sleeping, my dick gets really excited. Nixon and Flint both shot their loads in their hands earlier, but I couldn’t quite push myself over that delicate ledge. Flint quietly offered to help me out, but it felt…I don’t know… wrong somehow that he should get to see the culmination of what Elle induced.

Suddenly, it’s like my body is on fire. This need for her has been brewing for almost a year, and the lust in my veins is refusing to be denied a moment longer. Throwing off the covers, I pad toward the office, quietly turning the handle and stepping onto the cool hardwood floor. I pause with my hand on the second knob.

She gave me permission, but what if that’s changed now that the Alphas are involved?

Or worse, what if I get that familiar look of utter terror when her sleepy green eyes find mine in the darkness?

Her words from the other day play through my head. I’m important to her, and she supports this thing with Flint. I have to trust in that.

My hand twists the knob and I push the door open, eyes shifting to the far side of the room to see if there are any signs of movement. It’s dark, but the moonlight spilling through the patio doors falls upon a delicate hand and a mass of dark hair. Slowly, I creep closer, seeing a peaceful expression on Elle’s face as I step up to the side of the bed.

The comforter is pushed down to her feet, leaving only a thin white sheet covering her up to her chest. I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure Raff put her to bed naked.

Halle-fucking-lujah!

Deciding to test the waters, I reach over and, with a delicate finger, brush over her nipple. My eyes dart to her face, then drop to the steady rise and fall of her chest. Not even a flinch. When my attention moves back to her breast, there’s the slightest raised point where her nipple has hardened under my touch. Shifting my attention to the other one, I give it the same treatment and watch with utter satisfaction as it pokes against the sheet.

Feeling bold and more incredibly turned on than I’ve ever been in my life, I carefully lift the sheet and pull it down to her feet. My hungry gaze scans up her body, and my entire being goes still.

She’s fucking magnificent!

Her tanned skin, a glistening shaved pussy, the perfect curve to her hips where a man can grab onto, full breasts with pink pebbled nipples, and a face like a goddamn angel.

I’m a lucky fucking man!

One who can’t wait a second longer to get my mouth on her.

Leaning forward, I lick the hardened point of her nipple, eyes darting up to her face. She’s still out like a light, that cute little snore Raff mentioned making me grin. Emboldened by the lack of response, I slowly wrap my lips around it, sucking lightly until I hear the slightest whimper in her throat. I almost groan but bite it back just in time.

I straighten, pulling off my t-shirt and pushing my pajama bottoms to the floor. She’s too close to this side of the bed, so I cross to the other side and gently climb up until I’m kneeling next to her. My fingers seem to have a mind of their own, gently dropping to glide through the obscene amount of wetness between her thighs. It’s no doubt evidence from her time with Raff, but, oddly enough, that’s not a turn off. If anything, my dick gets even harder knowing how easily I’ll glide right into her warm, messy hole.

My finger continues to lightly play with her pussy, never pushing too far, while I take the other nipple into my mouth, suckling just a little harder. She gushes into my hand. My tight grip on my control is nearly gone, pleased with her eager acceptance of my touch, even while unconscious. Softly shifting until I’m between her legs, my hands delicately spread them wider to accommodate me. I give myself one long lick through her slit, tasting orange and vanilla tinged with a spicy cinnamon that has my chest silently rumbling.

The reins snap.

Climbing over her still body, I plant my hands on each side of her gorgeous sleeping face, my dick gliding through her slick. My gasp at how fucking good it feels sounds ridiculously loud in the otherwise silent room, but she doesn’t stir. My balls draw up, and I’m not even inside of her yet.

Gradually, my hips lower just a fraction, enough that my tip nudges her clit. Her moan is louder this time, but she still doesn’t wake. With unbelievable control, I roll my hips back until the weeping head of my cock finds her tight greedy hole. With more patience than I thought myself capable of at the moment, I press into her. She’s so tight that I grit my teeth and take a deep breath as I exhale and pray for a miracle.

Inch by excruciating inch, I sink into her, constantly checking her breathing and expecting her eyes to open. When I’m fully sheathed in her warm cunt, I take a second to savor the way her body is constricting around me. It’s so damn exquisite I almost fucking lose it. That miracle I prayed for comes through, and I manage to pull out without filling her up. But it’s a crapshoot just how long it will last.

I thrust back in, a little faster but still controlled. Then again. And as fucking fantastic as it feels, I also want to savor her body wrapping around mine and her nails scratching my back. Want to hear her moan my name. Want to watch her face as she comes undone.

Withdrawing again, I plunge in a little harder, feeling her tighten around my dick like a vise. The fact that she’s still not awake—and that her pussy begins to flutter around me, the beginnings of an orgasm making my breath stutter in my chest—has me thinking of every nasty, grotesque thing I can dream up just to avoid shooting off inside her.

This is a dream come true. Better than any fantasy I’ve ever had. Now I just have to hold on to the fucking belief that she won’t look at me with anything other than blissed out ecstasy when those gorgeous green eyes open.