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I was full of them and that made sense. I’d walked around the world missing something and every time I thought I’d found it, I’d only end up feeling more empty. That was eradicated in this moment. Grey thrust forward, forcing me to open for him, but right as he was about to hit that sensitive place inside me, something mashed against my entrance, stopping him from going any further. That thrust forced me to take Tex deeper and the big man made a guttural sound of pleasure. My hand whipped out, covering his knot, to try and push him further.

“Let me in.” Grey, whoever was behind those silver eyes, demanded. “You have to let me in, omega.” I was trying. They kept saying I was an omega, but my body was struggling to come to grips with it. Too big, that’s what it told me, even as I pushed back, wanting more. “You think you can’t take me.” A hand smoothed down my spine. “But we all know the truth. That moment when you took Tex’s knot⁠—”

“Best fucking feeling in all the world,” the other man rumbled, even as he made small thrusts down my throat.

“That’s when you were forced to face the truth. The reason those idiot betas could never satisfy you was because this is what you need…”

I could hear the strain in his voice, his claws pricking at my skin, but my focus narrowed down at the two points of entry. Tex was testing my gag reflex with every pass, but not triggering it, as a hand slid around my hip, then delved between my legs. Something too hard to be a fingertip tapped at my clit, sending explosions of pleasure rocketing through my too sensitive flesh.

“You needed us… me.”

It felt like Grey reasserted himself in the last word, because the cocky bullshit was cast aside for something vulnerable. Perhaps that’s why my body flexed, flaring open for just a millisecond long enough for him to thrust inside, the knot locking behind my pelvic bone with an almost audible pop.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, the word pulsed in my blood, forcing me to clamp down on the knot in my hand as well as the one inside me. Their howls of pleasure were perfect proxies for my own as we galloped closer to our goal. In my head, I saw it again. My wolf running across the darkened earth, but at her side was a wolf as black as night, on the other one grey as the dawn. Our paws hit the ground in unison as we ran and ran for the sheer joy of it.

Right as I heard the far off howl of another wolf.

Seeing the pale grey wolf on the horizon was what triggered me. The way the moonlight made his fur burn brighter lightened my heart, then sent a tsunami of ecstasy smashing into my side. My eyes flicked open, taking in Tex, the couch, everything, right before the first spasm hit me. My cunt snapped down, demanding that Grey follow me down this spiral of pleasure and by the way Tex’s grip tightened on my hair, he wasn’t far behind. My cry was drowned out by shot after shot of cum down my throat.

Well, goal achieved.

I was boneless with pleasure, dropping away from Tex to swallow, then suck down air, right as Grey collected me up into his arms. Not to my room, I was laid down on a darkened bed, Grey still knotted inside me.

“I give you permission to do that any time I’m having a bad day,” I mumbled, pressing my face into the pillow.

“Now, that’s not smart.” Tex climbed onto the bed in front of me. “We’ll just tell your manager to pile more work on you if this is the end result.”

“Mm…” His arms around me, his chest pressed into my face and then the gentlest of kisses on the back of my neck. “Worth it.”

Because right now, I felt like I could tackle anything if I had the two of them by my side.

Three of them.

My eyes opened a crack, but it wasn’t a close up view of Tex’s chest hair I saw. The grey wolf was burned on my retina and I could see its afterimage long after I closed them again.

Chapter 31

Ethan

Just a dream, I thought, as I woke with a start. Just a fucking dream.

So why did I stagger out of bed, my cock not piss proud, but throbbing as if it was my dick Nadia sucked or it was my knot that wedged itself inside her. My hands shook as I wrapped my hand around my shaft. Hadn’t woken up hard and horny since I was a teenager, but this was more than a wet dream. Heart smashing against my chest, I let out a helpless little moan as I worked my hand up and down my cock, erupting into the toilet seconds later.

Just a dream, I reiterated, but in a completely different tone.

Sleep and afterglow had my body feeling heavy with pleasure, but my heart? It still ached in my chest, because there was no way for it to get a hard, fast release. What it wanted, what it needed. I stared in the bathroom mirror, my eyes glowing in the darkness. Was locked up in a room inside Crowe Corp.

Rescheduling all of our jobs for the next few weeks did little to settle the restless feeling inside me. Neither did doing a few loads of washing, including Tex’s. When I found myself in the shower cleaning the grout with an old toothbrush and some bleach, I admitted defeat.

This was not where I wanted to be.

Right as I was trying to manufacture an excuse to head back to Crowe Corp and see how everyone was going, my phone rang. My chest lightened, sure it’d be Grey telling me I packed the wrong black socks or Tex wanting me to go on a Macca’s run or something, only to see my mother’s contact details flash on the screen.

“Mum,” I said, smiling as I put the phone to my ear. “How’s things?”

“Can’t complain,” she replied briskly, “and no one will listen if you do.”