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Bishop smiles down at me. “I need to be knotting you to claim you, Sapphire, and you do want me to claim you, right?”
“God, yes. A million times over. Knot me, knot me right now.”
My desire opens the floodgates, and it happens to both of them at once.
I let out a loud gasp as I’m filled so full I can hardly handle the feeling.
I come, hard and fast, and in multiples as Bishop makes tiny thrusts that I should barely be feeling.
With two swollen cocks locked inside me, I’m so crazy aroused and so stimulated that every time I think it’s over, I come again, and again, and again.
I lose my breath, catch it, and lose it.
I shudder and tense and shiver.
I cry out and moan and whimper.
And then, Rueben makes his mark on my throat, and I come so damn hard it feels like I’m about to pass out. The room spins a little and I fight a little harder to catch my breath.
A few seconds of recovery later, and Scout makes his mark close to Rueben’s.
I cling to my men as I have the most crazy, intense, long-lasting orgasm I’ve ever felt.
My whole body feels incredible when the feeling rushes over me, and it lasts long after we’ve collapsed together, breathless and sated, in my bed.
These guys are my pack, my true mates, and my family.
I’m never going to let them go, and I know they’re never going to let me down.
This is what the start of forever looks like.
Chapter one hundred one
Sapphire
On the seventh day that I was supposed to be playing Scarlett and cleaning Pack Bishop’s house, I walk into the lounge with Tiny Tempest to sit with my pack and cheer on the Silver Valley Tempests in their game against the Cressidan City Crowns.
My mates are already there, Scout in his tight Tempests’ shirt, Rueben in a Tempests’ vest, Gus in dark colors, and Bishop in a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
Rueben makes space for me between him and Scout, and Bishop puts the set on mute as a news bulletin starts up in the five minutes before the game is about to get started.
“I don’t care how good the Crowns are, we’re going to stomp them tonight,” Rueben says.
“You say that every time we play them,” Scout reminds him.
“Yeah, so?” Rueben shrugs, before he starts playing with Tiny, making the kitten hyper.
“So, we’ve never stomped them. Not once,” Scout says, his smile wry. “I’m as hopeful as the next person, but when it’s not going to happen, it’s not going to happen.”
I blink at the screen as the words “Chaos Burning” roll across the bottom.
I glance over at Bishop. “Turn that up, please.”
“Sure,” Bishop says, putting the volume up to loud.
“The band are thought to have crash landed in the water somewhere south of Golden Palms, where they were expected to perform last Sunday. Their plane was registered as the private jet belonging to lead singer Xane. The black box has not been located and no wreckage from the craft has yet been found.”
My stomach sinks as I stare at the screen. “No.”
