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EMMETT

N o matter what I do, my knee won't stop bouncing. Not even Oliver grinding against my cock can cool my nerves.

"Babe... just relax..." Oli coos in my ear before biting down on my earlobe. Reflexively, my hands tighten around his waist as he straddles me.

A groan tumbles from my lips, one that's not born of frustration but because my beta's ass on my lap is about to make me embarrass myself.

"Fuck, Oliver." Thrusting up, I try to push my worries out of my mind.

Do I hate that Amaya has been gone all day? Yes. But she's with her dad who would protect her with his life.

Annnnnnd we're not thinking about Paul.

"Knock, knock!"

Fuck! It's hard not to think about Paul when his voice shouts through the house. Oliver doesn't move, and I don't make him either. That is until I see Amaya tucked under her dad's arm with bloodshot eyes.

Even then I don't have to move my beta off of me. He flings himself up and is around the couch before I even stand. Although I adjust my cock, I guess Oli has no such concerns about our father-in-law seeing his hard-on.

Shiver. No, thank you.

"What's wrong, baby girl?" he panics, reaching for our omega and plucking her from Paul's hold.

"Have you been crying?!" Sam bellows, running down the stairs with fury melted in his eyes. It's directed at Paul, but once Maya lays a palm on his chest, the broody alpha melts. "What's going on, Petal?"

Confused by her half sniffle, half smile, I round the couch and join the interrogation. I keep my mouth shut, though, since Oli and Sam asked everything I would have.

Turning to her dad, my mate gives him a warm smile and wraps her arms around his middle. "Thank you for today."

With a loving kiss on the top of her head, he whispers, "Thank you, darling."

Vincent ambles his way down the stairs next, immediately smiling when he sees our girl.

"Have a good night. Text me tomorrow, okay? I'd like to make this a regular thing." I swear Paul looks a little nervous, but when Maya agrees, he seems to relax. "See ya guys," Paul says to us, then Amaya is hobbling him to the door.

Honestly, the fact that she still hasn't gotten the hang of her crutches is ridiculously cute. I should make more of a point to carry her like the others do.

Their exchange of I love yous at the door makes me smile and relax. I still don't like the redness of her eyes, though. She turns back to us with a little grin on her face and eyes us like a meal. It's confusing as fuck when it's obvious she's had an emotional day.

"Little mate," Vincent rumbles, stepping forward and sliding his tongue into her mouth like it's the most natural thing to do.

Envy steals my breath until my beta touches his pinky to mine. My cock perks up, and my minty scent fucking explodes around the room.

Sam shoots me a look. Oliver is smug as fuck, and Vincent groans hungrily against my omega's mouth. My answering growl to Amaya's mewl is carnal.

What is wrong with me?!

"Wait," Amaya breathes against her alpha's mouth. "I-I need to say something."

"What is it, Petal?" Sam asks gently while Vincent tucks her hair behind her ears.

"Let's sit," Vince suggests after a few moments of silence.

Oliver, Sam, and I move toward the couch, but Amaya is quick to shake her head. "Not there. Can we all go to my nest, please?"

Oli moans in response. "Mmm, baby, you never have to beg us to go to your nest, but it does sound so pretty." Then he adds a hint of sweetness to his dirty innuendo. "We would be honored to join you in your nest, Maya."

I'm shocked when she turns to me. "Will you carry me, Alpha?"

Obviously, my answer is ab-so-fucking-lutely.

I thought I was surprised when my omega singled me out to carry her up the stairs over one of her other mates.

Yes, I have issues. Yes, I'm working on them .

"You want what?!"

Oliver glowers at me like I'm slow and need to catch up.

"I..." Maya hesitates, looking a little embarrassed and a whole lot afraid. "I want you to finish the bond with Vincent."

"But... why?" Fuck, wrong thing to say. Tears immediately fill her eyes, and she sinks further into Samuel's bare chest.

Gulping multiple times like she's swallowing a sob, Amaya chokes out a few words. "I just thought?—"

"Emmett," Vincent snarls. "May I have a word?"

Before I can even take a goddamn breath, my beta protests. "Absolutely not! You will not leave our omega here to wonder what the shit you idiots need to discuss without her. We're a pack. We speak freely."

"Shit. You're right. I'm sorry, golden girl," Vincent apologizes to Amaya and rubs a soothing hand up her thigh, making her shiver. To me, he demands, "Do you have a problem being my bonded mate? We're already halfway there."

My jaw drops in shock at what he's thinking. Is that why my omega is crying? "The only thing I would love more than to complete our bond is to bite my omega officially," I answer honestly.

I already have my beta. Now I want my alpha and my omega.

Turning to my fated mate, I ask what I really want to know. "Why do you want us to finish the bond and not create your own with me?"

With a shuddering breath, Amaya seems to gather her emotions and holds them close for the time being. "Because I don't think I can handle another bond right now. I'm a different kind of broken than I used to be, and I have to figure out how to live with this new me. But I want you . I need all of you so much. I hate that I can't take you all right here right now."

We stare at her silently, a mixture of awe and pride filling the space between us.

Amaya pats the space above her heart. "Please give me a piece of you I can hold on to while I figure out how to heal?"

How do I deny this woman anything, let alone myself?

Like that horrifying day I dove into the ocean after her, I dive into her soft little body and take her mouth with my own. "You have me, sweetheart. I'll give you anything you want."

Fingers tangle in my black hair and yank me back so my neck arches. "You better want me too, Alpha," Vincent growls into my throat.

I can't contain the moan that slips out, but by the way Vincent's cock thickens against my back, I don't think I want to. "Y-yes," I stutter like this is my first time.

"Good," he grunts and releases me, much to my disappointment. Before my pout can fully form, Vince trades places with Samuel behind Amaya and cradles our omega between us. "Love on our mate, Emmett."

He doesn't have to tell me twice. Amaya gasps as I pin her to our pack alpha, allowing my tongue to slip through her pretty plump lips. Hands go everywhere all at once until my shirt is off, and Amaya is bare beneath me.

"You are so beautiful," I murmur. A shot of pleasure zips down my spine when her eyes shrink to pin pricks, telling me her omega is close to the surface. Leaning in so I can peer into her soul, I coo, "Hi there, pretty thing."

A squeak puffs from her parted lips, but Vincent's answering chuckle is quickly dominated by the groan of pure ecstasy when my mate dives her hand into my sweatpants and forces my dick to slip between her drenched pussy lips.

"Oh fuck," I cuss, clenching my jaw and trying to pull my hips away from hers. My attempt is futile as Vincent's strong fucking hands grip my ass cheeks and thrust me into our girl's waiting cunt.

My cry of pleasure matches Amaya's as I bottom out, and sweat immediately beads on my brow. Her juices soak the base of my knot immediately.

"Alpha" she gasps and writhes beneath me, looking hot as all hell with her dark hair fanned across Vincent's toned chest.

"Fuck her good for us, Em," Vince growls, biting his lip and watching us with nothing short of intense desire.

I do as I'm told, my balls drawing up way too fast with the need to explode in my omega for the first time ever. Hot fingers slip between our sticky stomachs at the same time a purr from Vincent rumbles through us.

"Vince," I huff, absolutely amazed at how good that feels between the three of us. He just hums, sucking Amaya's neck and keeping eye contact with me as he strums our needy girl's clit.

"Yes, oh, right there!" Maya squeals, twisting her head to bear her throat to us. A lesser alpha would have sunk their teeth into their omega's throat without hesitation, but, just as she asked, I strike for Vincent’s meaty peck behind her shoulder.

Tingles and an all-consuming pressure in my cock send me spiraling as my omega's pussy ripples and sucks my knot right into her, making sure I won't be leaving for a while.

The taste of copper explodes on my tongue, and blue tendrils sweep and swirl through my soul, followed by a hazy hue of gold that I know to be Amaya's faint presence.

"There you are," Vincent whispers as I collapse against them, with my newly mated alpha keeping most of my weight off the dainty, sleepy woman between us. "Rest now," he adds.

As I fall into a contented doze, I latch onto the raspiness of Vincent's voice as he cuddles me closer to him so I can tend to my bite.

Amaya's hands drift softly up my back and over my sides, making a purr rattle to life in my chest. Then Oli's there, placing kisses along my spine, and Sam mentions something about towels, but I'm spent and safe, so I let my pack handle the rest while I sink into a soft slumber of peacefulness.