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Brogan

Two days of nonstop sex, every goddamn position imaginable, and I’m spent, my body aching, slick and cum coating me, the nest a chaos of blankets, shirts, and scents. I didn’t think Dakota would want me here, but I haven’t felt left out once, not when double-stuffing Maya with Holt became my new obsession, her pussy stretched tight around us, her moans shattering me.

But now, curled in my lap on a pile of pillows, I see it—the edge of exhaustion in Maya’s eyes, the strain of a Beta keeping up with a heat. I dragged her out once, forced her to sleep, her body limp against mine, and I’ve made damn sure she’s eaten, just like Roman and Holt have with Dakota. It’s been a whirlwind, pheromones and slick, fucking and loving, but I’m at the end of my rope and so is she.

Maya’s lips are soft against mine as we taste each other, her body pliant in my arms. My hands stroke her sides, avoiding the bruises from our frenzy. Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving, but it’s the farthest thing from my mind, not when Holt’s knotting Dakota again, the Omega’s cries echoing, “Bite me, please, bite me.”

He’s been begging for it, his lavender scent desperate, and Roman and Holt have held off, their control ironclad, but now, watching them fuck him, I know it’s happening today. They’re at the edge, their purrs snarling, their scents spiking, feral.

Maya’s turned to watching them, love in her eyes, her vanilla scent softening as I run a hand down her side, holding her close against me. Roman leans in, his teeth grazing Dakota’s shoulder, Holt mirroring him on the other side, and their teeth sink into flesh, Dakota howling, a sound of ecstasy, raw and primal, his body shaking as he clings to them. It’s beautiful, muscles flexing between the three of them, a vision of strength and surrender, their scents mingling binding them, forever.

I wish I could bond Maya like that, give her what they have, what I feel.

But then something shifts, a warmth in my chest, like I feel her—Maya’s desire, her need, her love, and that flicker of fear, Nox’s shadow, her scar a silent scream. It slowly becomes clearer—her want, not just for this, for us, but for a family, something to call her own, something permanent.

My heart stutters, because I know, before this week’s over, she’ll be bonded too, not just to me, but to all of us, our pack complete. I hold her tighter, my lips brushing her temple and she hums, her body relaxing despite the heat.

Dakota’s still trembling, Roman and Holt nursing their bites, their purrs loud, soothing him in a way that he needs Maya lets out a gasp, a needy sound, her thighs shifting again. I carefully gather up against my chest, carrying her to the kitchen, her head tucked against me and set her on the counter, the cool surface making her shiver.

She’s a mess—curls wild, lips swollen, a sleepy smile curving them—and my heart clenches, love so fierce it hurts. I rummage through the fridge, grabbing a bottle of orange juice, and pour her a glass, pressing it into her hands. “You take such good care of me,” she whispers

“Always. Always .” I mean it, every fucking word, because she’s everything.

“As hungry as I am.” She sips some of the juice and then sets it aside. “I just want to sleep. But I also want to fuck again. Damn, this is a lot.”

“I know,” I say, stepping closer, my hands on her thighs, “but none of you have eaten near enough. Pretty sure Dakota’s heat will break today. Eat just a little and I’ll order enough food to feed an army when we wake up.”

She drinks more juice, her throat bobbing, and I pick a strawberry, holding it to her lips. She bites, juice dribbling down her chin, and I lean forward, licking it up, slow, tasting sweetness, vanilla, her . My lips find hers, our tongues sliding together, a slow dance that’s more than desire—it’s love, raw, real.

She spreads her thighs, dragging me closer, her hands gripping my shoulders, and I can’t help it, my cock hard again as I slide into her pussy. A low groan tears from my throat as I rock into her, not fucking but making love, each thrust a promise, my hands framing her hips, careful where we’ve held her.

“I know it’s too fucking soon,” I murmur against her lips, “but I’m in love with you, Maya.”

“Is it wrong if I’ve already fallen?” she says, and my chest cracks open, my thrusts deepening as her pussy clenches around me.

We’re lost, kissing each other as I thrust into her soft moans swallowed by my mouth as her orgasm shudders through her. I follow, spilling inside of her, Maya grinning at me as I pull back breathless.

“Fuck the food,” I say, panting, my hands cupping her face, “I’m taking you with me for a while.” I lift her, her legs wrapping around me, my cock still inside of her and carry her to the guest bedroom, “I’m gonna make love to you, Maya,” I purr as I lay her down on the sheets, “gonna show you how precious you are.”