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I’ve always thought that it was the big moments that defined a relationship, that special events were the markers by which you measured your relationship success. But really, all the good things happen in between the big things.

Like now, one of them says something really stupid and the others laugh and roll their eyes, and they start play fighting, chasing me around and then getting mad at each other, and I look over and just smile at them.

It’s these feelings right here I’m going to daydream about later, not all the little gifts they keep giving me. Although I do love the shit out of the new sewing machine they wrapped in a bow when they discovered how much I love to sew.

They all start kissing me and apologize and rub up on me, and I realize there’s not a single part of my being that feels like it needs anything else. I’m completely fulfilled, at least in this aspect of my life. I have plenty of things I want to work on for myself, and I’m finishing that damn degree if it kills me, but now I get to do it in the arms of three men that I’m disgustingly obsessed with.

I find I’ve changed my way of thinking, and that the term half-breed hardly ever enters into my mind at all when that used tobe the thing that controlled me. I was so bitter before because I thought that’s all that I was allowed to have.

I really was meant to be here, with them. Maybe living with three men is a bit gross sometimes, but they clean up after themselves pretty well. And maybe it gets crowded occasionally if we’re all in the kitchen trying to do something, but there’s always so many smiles and kisses and touches that make me feel safe, that they keep my happy meter filled.

I’ve noticed them changing as well. At first, they were so overwhelmed by the thought of me that they embarrassed themselves left and right, and it was adorable. Now they understand how they affect me, and they use that power for evil.

Okay, maybe not evil. Maybe constant sex. But is that a bad thing?

Cozy, safe, loved. All my needs are met, and I’ve got three massive werewolf dicks to suck on demand. Or to be bent over with because we like to switch it up around here.

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