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I turn and nuzzle into Wyatt’s chest, and he breaks into a deep, soothing purr. The others join in, low rumbles of sound and scent that wrap around me until I feel warm, claimed, needed.

Then the itch starts.

The clothes on my skin are unbearable. Every seam feels like sandpaper. I begin tugging at them, desperate to be free. Large, warm hands help by tearing, peeling, stripping me down.

The dominant alpha—Harlan, my heat-fogged brain supplies—is watching me like a starving wolf sizing up a trembling rabbit. His pupils are blown, purr gone ragged and edged with a growl.

My soft omega whine is all it takes. He grabs my hips, rough and unrestrained, pulling me flush to his chest. The scrape of his suit against my bare skin makesme shiver. I'm caught between pain and overwhelming need. His chuckle is low, dangerous.

“Kai,” he barks, command curling with hunger.

I’m passed into another set of arms. I'm against bare skin, hot and solid. Kai. Already naked. My gaze drags down the length of him and my body answers before thought can intervene.

“Hey, Rosie.” His voice is a rough whisper. “You need me?”

I nod, then cringe as another cramp tears through me. Kai’s playful smirk vanishes. He signals to Wyatt, and the two of them lead me to the recessed nest, lowering me into its center.

The soft pillows and blankets cradle me like a warm snowdrift. Behind Kai and Wyatt, I catch flashes of the others undressing. Logan pulling Evander’s shirt over his head, Harlan on his knees for once, stripping Logan’s pants. Logan’s cock springs free, flushed and heavy, and Harlan’s gaze flicks up as he leans in and licks the tip.

I whimper.

They’re putting on a show. For me.

Slick coats my thighs, my scent thick enough to choke the room.

Kai draws my attention back when he kneels between my legs, hands dragging up my inner thighs. “You like watching, Rosie?” he murmurs, voice velvet and sin.

I nod again, breathless.

“Good,” he says. “Let’s make sure they have something to watch too.”

Wyatt’s hat casts his face in shadow, but reverence shines in his eyes. Kai grips the base of his cock and drags the thick head through my folds, slow and teasing, coating himself in slick before pressing in.

The first thrust punches the breath from my lungs. The second draws it back out in a moan.

The sounds of us fill the room. It's wet, rhythmic and obscene. He drives deeper, faster. Every stroke grounds me and undoes me all at once.

The others blur out of focus. There is only Kai, his body heavy against mine, his hips working in that perfect rhythm that shatters me from the inside out.

By the time he’s fully seated, we’re both sweaty, trembling. Then Kai shifts, his thrusts turning demanding, possessive, relentless. I love the feel of him using me like this, holding me, fucking me like I’m sacred. But I need more.

As if summoned by that thought, Wyatt appears above us.

He moves carefully, giving me every chance to protest. Which, of course, I don’t. He drops to his knees, one on each side of my head, his balls swaying just above my face, cock thick and pulsing. The scar running along his thigh is at eye level and I kiss it, causing his cock to jerk above me.

Kai glances down, a wordless question in his eyes. I answer by leaning up and licking along the seam of Wyatt’s sack. He curses, shuddering.

Kai groans at the sight and leans forward, wrapping his lips around Wyatt’s cock, deep and slow. Even as Kai fucks me harder, angle brutal and perfect. The tip of his cock brushes that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes.

I gasp, clinging to Kai’s arm with one hand and Wyatt’s thigh with the other. Wyatt’s right hand tangles in my hair, the other gripping Kai’s wrist. He pulls gently, guiding my mouth to him.

I open wide and take one of his balls into the heat of my mouth, sucking slowly, swirling my tongue. Then the other.

My core turns molten. Every sound. Every thrust. Every tug of Wyatt’s fingers through my hair pushes me closer.

Kai’s hand slides between us. Finds my clit. Circles once—pinches—

I scream into Wyatt’s skin, coming so hard my vision whites out.