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M y mouth is empty. Empty isn’t good. I don’t like empty. Without opening my eyes, I sleepily stick out my tongue, tasting… Roman. Deliciously bitter and sweet. My head is on his thigh making it easy to wrap my lips around his soft cock. My grumpy alpha becomes so placid when his cock is in my mouth. I should have dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around him the first time I saw him, maybe he would have been less grumpy then. I giggle at the ridiculous thought, a noise that’s muffled by the sweet length resting on my tongue.

He moans softly, but doesn’t wake up. I suckle him contentedly, but as I become more alert, that contentment turns into an ache.

Everything has been fuzzy since… the necklace. Since I put on Lunara’s necklace. Touching my neck, I feel it’s bare. Does that mean…? Did I…?

I lift off Roman’s cock to sit up on my knees, rubbing my eyes as I look around. We’re no longer in the treasure room, but back at the pools. The warm, humid air makes my already cum-covered skin even stickier. A lewd moan slips out when I stretch my limbs for what feels like the first time in ages. I’m sore everywhere, most so between my legs. There’s a buzzing over my skin, a bone deep ache of emptiness that I need filled.

“Cora?” Roman calls my name tentatively, as if he doesn’t expect a response. Have I been that out of it?

“Cora, hummingbird. Look at me.” I do as he asks. He grips my chin to hold me steady while he looks into my eyes. “Lucid, but not out of heat yet,” he calls out, to whom I don’t know. Maybe the other men? Where are they? I need them.

As if he can sense my confusion and discomfort, Roman scoops me up and carries me toward one of the pools. He walks straight in with me in his arms, not stopping to put me down, rather carrying me to an underwater bench and sitting with me straddled across his lap.

“Mmm. That feels good.” I moan when the hot water drips over my body. A soft splash indicates someone else has entered the pool, and moments later a wet rag is being drug carefully over my skin. Green tea and raspberries. “Archer,” I whisper.

“I’m here, sweetheart.” He mutters over my skin as he gently cleanses the sweat, dirt, and cum from my body. His touch is meant to be soothing but just spreads fresh heat.

Wait. Before I lose myself again, I need to tell him.

“Don’t leave me.” I reach for Archer, slipping off Roman’s lap to float into my beta’s arms.

“What, sweetheart? I’m right here.” Archer replies as I wrap my legs around his hips.

“You weren’t!” My whine is a little pathetic, but my omega doesn’t care. “You left us!” I cling to him as if he might vanish again, tears mixing with the steamy air on my cheeks. “Do you not want me?” Somewhere deep down, I know I’m being irrational, but the heat hormones have pushed all common sense out the window.

“Oh, Cora, no.” He brushes the hair away from my face, his gaze meeting mine. “I want you. I want you so badly. I thought…” He looks away. “I thought maybe you wouldn’t want me. I’m just a beta.”

Is he crazy? I growl and grind my sex along his cock in the water. “You’re my beta. Ours .” Reaching between us, I grab his cock, line it up to my entrance, and sink down until I take him fully. My needy core clenches around him, my sweet beta. He stumbles, but doesn’t drop me, landing on one of the underwater benches. Perfect. I scent mark his cheek, his neck, then bite his shoulder. I’ve bitten all my men, but the bonds don’t take, a momentary peek into their souls that immediately fades. Why? Why haven’t they bitten me back? I want their bonds. I need them.

Archer’s scent mingles with mine as I claw at his back. “Ours,” I repeat over and over.

Jax chuckles from behind Archer. “Do you believe me now, sweet beta?”

Before Archer can reply, Roman is there again, reaching up to scrub my hair, working a sudsy soap into my scalp as I slowly grind in Archer’s lap. Soap? Where did he get soap? Oh, Jax. Where’s Jax? Whimpering, I reach for him while still clinging to Archer, but my hand only splashes in the water.

“Oh, hummingbird,” Roman whispers. Why does he sound sad? No, tired, he looks tired. So tired. “I’m worried about you,” he says, still working his fingers through my hair. “We can’t keep going like this.”

“More.” It’s all I can say, the heat haze nearly taking over again. “Jax. Bear. More.”

Soap gets in my eyes, stinging some sense into me for a moment. Roman guides my head back to rinse in the pool. The new angle has my beta’s cock hitting even deeper, making me keel with pleasure as I lift back up.

“You need to eat a little something, honey.” Bear. My teddy bear alpha.

Something hits my lips, and I open instinctively, wanting to be good for my alphas. But food isn’t what I crave. I grab the back of Bear’s neck and pull him into a kiss as I lift on my knees, then slam back down on my beta’s cock, working up a pace that has the water splashing out of the pool. Hmmm, feels so good.

Muffled voices sound behind me as I chase my release.

“How long do you think this will last? What can we do?”

I don’t know who said it, but I know the answer. “Bite!” I moan. “Bite.”

Then I’m engulfed by the haze yet again.