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“ A rcher,” Cora whines, tugging hard on my beard. “Where’s Archer?”

The same question fills my mind, too. Was it minutes or hours ago that I sent Jax to find him? It’s hard to keep track of time during a heat, when all you know is fucking and rutting. Add in the fact that we’re underground in an ancient temple with no fancy clocks? Yeah, I don’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell of knowing how long it’s been.

Cora’s not the first omega I’ve helped through a heat, but nothing I’ve experienced before has ever been like this. I don’t know if it’s the damn necklace, or because this is her first heat, or if it’s just because she’s my scent match, but I feel like I’m caught in some kind of fuck trap.

She wiggles on my knot, moaning Archer’s name again as she clutches her breasts. Roman’s passed out beside us, but he stirs when he hears her. His eyes open and meet mine with a question before looking around.

“He’s not here,” I say.

Tears flood Cora’s eyes. Her shoulders shake. “Need. Him.”

“I know, honey. I do, too.”

“Now!” she growls like a feral cat, then twists like she’s gonna stand up, only to realize she can’t because we’re still knotted. It doesn’t stop her for long before she tries again, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Shit, she’s gonna rip herself open if she doesn’t stop,” I groan. Her movements are only making my cock harder and aren’t helping the situation. Normally knots deflate faster during a heat, but I’m still hard and swollen from the way she’s wiggling against me.

“Can you carry her?” Roman says, looking at the door. His eyes are clearer than they were before. Guess a few good orgasms shook a bit of the haze off. Pretty sure the man came down her throat three times in a row before he passed out.

“You mean, while knotted?” I ask, considering exactly how it might work to stand up with Cora still attached to me. “Yeah, I think I can do it.”

With her legs wrapped around my middle, I make my way to standing. The movement makes my knot tug at her entrance, and we both hiss. I nearly topple over again when she starts kissing me, but Roman is there to help, putting a palm on my back and shoving just enough for me to catch my balance.

“Thanks, man,” I say as Cora kisses down my neck. She’s rocking herself on my knot in a way that’s got to feel good, but she’s still whimpering about needing Archer. “Let’s go find your beta, honey.”

The door is already cracked open, and the second we step into the hall, I scent the rich sweetness of Archer’s arousal mixed with the deep notes of Jax’s licorice liquor. Cora’s elderberry florals thicken in response. Fuck, they smell good together. It’s too dark to see anything more than a few scorpions skittering around the grates. But the scent makes it clear exactly what happened in here.

Before Jax left to find Archer, I told him to punish our beta for running off on his own, the implication being clear. I’ve seen the covert looks Archer’s thrown Jax’s way, and I know Jax will fuck anything he deems attractive. I wish I could’ve discussed this with Archer explicitly, but I’m hopeful he knows I’m the sharing type. Well, with my packmates anyway. Smells like he enjoyed whatever happened. Good boy.

My knot has no chance of deflating now. Cora grinds down on me, her core clenching with each step I take.

“You okay?” Roman asks.

I grit my teeth. “Yeah.”

Fuck, it’s hard to focus on anything other than the weight of the woman in my arms, the heat of her wrapped around my shaft.

All I want to do is slam her against one of these walls and rut into her until I fill her again, make sure she’s so full she’ll never get rid of me. I still can’t believe she wanted us to fuck her raw. I’ve never been with anyone without a condom before, but this is my mate. Mine. Stuffing her full of my seed is playing to every fantasy I’ve ever had. Jax isn’t the only one with a breeding kink .

She kisses me again, and fuck, I can’t see, can’t think. Need to unload my cum into her until she overflows, dripping around my knot.

No. Bad Bear. Focus. Just gotta get to the end of the hall, up the stairs, and out of the death trap. Then I can fuck our girl senseless again.

Roman keeps a hand on my upper back, steadying me as I carry Cora down the dark hall. When we get to the step that triggers the first trap, he stops me, reminding me to step over it. Fuck, I’m glad I’m not down here alone.

Cora whimpers and whines, bitting my shoulder, begging to be fucked and bonded. It takes all of my control to keep putting one foot in front of the other. The intense focus is enough to make my knot deflate, but my cock stays hard inside her.

“Almost there,” Roman says, anchoring me in the present.

The stairway is brighter now, and I can see the steps in front of me. There’s a pale blue light coming from above. Archer and Jax got the wall released. When we make it to the top, muted voices have me sighing in relief. They're okay.

“Almost there,” Roman repeats like a fucking mantra as he guides me around the rubble from Jax’s demolition job.

Once we’ve cleared the rocks, I’m running with Cora bobbing on my cock. “Archer!”

“Archeeerrrr!” She yells a beat after I do, dragging out the end of his name with a whine.

We round the curve in the path, and I spot Jax first. He’s gathering up his sleeping bag and shoving it in his pack, but stops as soon as he sees us. “Oh, good, you made?—”

“Archer,” Cora groans, cutting him off.

“Where’s Archer?” I ask.

Jax juts his chin toward the back of the pools where the fountain is. “Filling up the canteens.”

The moment Cora sees our beta, she twists to the side and reaches for him, keeping her legs locked around me. He answers her call, hurrying to her and holding the canteen up for her to drink. “I’m here, sweetheart.”

“Missed. You.” She ignores the water and nuzzles his neck, scent marking him.

He pulls back to look in her eyes. “Really?”

“We both did.” With one arm still banded under Cora’s ass, I use my other to pull him close, kissing his forehead.

His sigh is one of relief, but when Cora reaches down and grabs his cock, his gasp is all pleasure.

He’s not hard, but that doesn’t stop our girl. She strokes him, her lips frantically searching his while I hold them both in my arms. Archer wiggles enough to get the canteen between us and holds it to my lips. I take a long draw of water. Didn’t realize how thirsty I was. It takes a bit of convincing, but he eventually manages to get Cora to drink, too.

“Need you. Both,” she whines after finishing the water. She brings her arms to my shoulders, trying to use the leverage to bounce herself on my cock. “Please,” she whimpers. “Please, fill me.”

I raise an eyebrow at Archer. “You good to go again?”

His eyes widen, like he’s been caught doing something naughty. And he’s chewing on that damn thumbnail again. “Yeah, um, about that…”

I pull the digit away from his lips and replace it with my mouth. “How did he make you come, baby? Did he fuck your ass?”

Cora groans at my dirty words. “Yes, fuck, yes.”

Archer shakes his head. “He sucked me off… then spit my cum in my mouth.”

“Fuck!” I throw my head back as Cora clamps down around me. “Our girl likes that. Let her have a taste, baby.”

“I need you,” she begs, grabbing for him.

Archer keeps his eyes on me, even as he strokes Cora’s hair. “You’re not… upset?”

“Hell no,” I say. “Though I’m not sure a blow job counts as punishment. Now, you heard her.”

I guide his lips back to hers, and I nearly come on the spot, watching Cora moan as she licks into Archer’s mouth, searching for more of his essence, her pussy pulsing around me. Archer’s panting roughly by the time they pull apart.

“Please,” Cora whines.

It’s taking all my core muscles to keep her from falling off my cock as she twists and stretches for Archer.

Pulling her back to my chest, I stumble a little until I find a rock ledge to lean my ass against, making it easier to handle her weight. Not that she’s heavy, but with her writhing like a sand snake, and after all the fucking we’ve done, my muscles are on their last legs. When Archer presses against Cora’s back, I realize this also puts us on a more level playing field .

I hold my palm in front of Cora. “Spit, omega.” She obeys, and I reach down to slick Archer’s cock with the moisture. He grunts and thrusts into my palm. “Mmm-mmm beta, save that for our girl’s ass. She wants us both, remember?”

Cora moans, then begs. “Yes! Yes, please! Now!” That feral little growl is back. I fucking love it.

With my hands on her ass, I spread her cheeks, now even more grateful for my slightly lowered position on the rock ledge. Archer’s cock grazes mine as he lines up at her back entrance. He works his way in slowly, making everything tighter and tighter, and it takes everything in me not to rut into our omega and come.

Once he’s fully seated, Cora tries to fuck herself on our cocks, but in her foggy state, her movements are sloppy and uncoordinated. I grip her thighs, lifting and lowering her onto both our shafts, slowly at first, building up to a rhythm that I know will send us all over the edge pretty quickly.

Feeling Archer’s cock against mine, with only a thin barrier between us, might be my new favorite experience. Each time I raise Cora, our cocks press together, skin to slick skin, only to be separated again when I lower her and we fill her. It’s tight, and hot, and so fucking wet. The panting sounds of pleasure my beta makes while he grips our omega’s waist, his hands right above mine as we work in tandem, nearly drive me to the brink.

This. This feels right. My scent matches. Bringing both of them pleasure. Feeling both of them deep in my soul, even if we aren’t bonded. They’re mine. And I’m not letting either of them go .

“I-I’m…” Archer pants out, then his legs stiffen as he empties his release into our omega. She isn’t far behind, and as her pussy flutters around my cock, I slam her home one last time, forcing my knot into her as I drag Archer’s mouth to mine.

By the time my balls are drained and I break from my kiss with Archer, a contented mewling comes from the woman burrowed into me. Cora’s already asleep.