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“I’m sorry I ran,” Kevin confesses. “I don’t want you to use me.”

“Use you for what?” I ask, confused.

“My brain,” he wails.

That’s not helping.

“Kevin,” I say sternly. “I want to fuck you for your tight ass, not your brain. Are you talking about your affinity with computers?”

“Yes,” he sniffles. “The things I can do are dangerous in the wrong hands.”

“I pay people very well to do the illegal shit I need done,” I chuckle under my breath. “I don’t need to fuck you over to take anything from you. Is that why you’re avoiding me?”

“Ye…fuck…oh!” he gasps, his bubble of concentration bursting.

Amused and concerned that he’d think so lowly of me after I saved him from that exact thing, my lips clash against his. Teeth gnash against each other, tongues tangle, and Morgan’s friction against Kevin’s cock as he sandwiches him against me paints his body with more cum.

Heats are messy business. Emotions, cum, and insecurities run high. I can at least clear this up before things go too much farther.

“Kevin, I don’t want to use you at all,” I murmur against his lips. “Create, sell or don’t, that’s none of my business. I want to fuck, feed, and house you, though not in that particular order. You’re moving in with me.”

“That’s very…dammit. How are you coherent?” Morgan groans. “Fuck, you’re a smug bastard.”

“You should get used to it since I’ll have movers at your place after this heat. I had someone find out where you live last week,” I smirk.

“Insufferable,” Morgan mutters.

“I can’t think,” Kevin moans. “Fuck, wasn’t I promised bites? Why isn’t anyone biting me?!”

The last is said on a wail, and Morgan and I fix that immediately, biting down on Kevin’s shoulders to bond him. In reality, fate can only take you so far. I know that better than anyone.

If Morgan feels connected to Kevin, I won’t stand in the way. I will give him hell for the rest of his life, though I probably will refrain from kicking his ass again. I should probably tell Hayes not to piss in his mouth anymore, right?

Goddamn is my life weird.

The bite triggers everyone’s releases, and Kevin faints dead away between us.

“Are you going to kill me for this?” Morgan asks, gazing at Kevin as he pushes his hair out of his face.

“I don’t generally move people in with me if I’m planning to have them fertilize my garden,” I wheeze, my chest heaving as I try to regulate my breathing. “Nancy was the exception.”

“She’s…” Morgan blows out a breath, shaking his head. “That will never be any less fucked up, Cian.”

“The roses are thriving, so she’s right where she belongs,” I chuckle.

It is fucked up, but I don’t care.

Chapter

Six

KEVIN

I can feelthat my heat is beginning to let up when I finally open my eyes. I have no idea how long I’ve slept for. I vaguely remember complaining about being picked up and taken to the bathroom for a bath. However, Morgan and Cian both fucked me in the warm pool-like water before washing up. I fell asleep laying against Cian at some point, and the passage of time doesn’t feel real.

The sheets are clean, soft, and smell like my alphas. At some point, they must have changed the sheets for me, but I have no idea when. I’ve simply been focused on the next orgasm, the next love bite, and the snuggles.

My alphas.Fuck. I’m delusional, right? They bit me, but I don’t remember either of them asking for a bite. Do they need to? I don’t know what I’m supposed to do!