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She pants, a frustrated moan escaping as she digs her nails into my chest. The pain stings in the best way possible, sending an electric current down to my balls.

“You’ve got this, baby. Push onto my knot. Come all over it.”

“Fuck,” Casey whispers, and I work my jaw. He’s had a constant hard-on since he joined this heat, but he won’t let us help him. I mean, we’ve sucked him off a few times and stroked him, but he won’t let any of us fuck him in case Elsie needs our knots. The thought process is understandable, but I wish he’d let us take care of him.

He’s our omega, too.

My words spur Elsie on, and she somehow doubles her speed. I didn’t think it was possible, but she renders me speechless, taking the air right from my lungs. I grunt, feeling the need to come a bucketload and trying not to when she slams down on my knot, pulling it inside her and coming instantly.

The movement sends me right over the edge. I take control, thrusting as much as I can as my knot locks into place. It’s so snug, so good, that I let out an embarrassing noise as I come. She moans as my cum spills inside her, her nails digging in deeper as she pulses around me. The sensation is so overwhelming that I black out for a moment, letting the feeling of bliss completely take over me.

My head thunks onto the pillow as I come back into my body.

Holy fuck. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

Elsie’s cheek rests upon my chest, her skin slick against mine as her pussy clamps around me.

I grit my teeth and let out a regulating breath.

Casey is there a moment later, lying on his side and peering into our omega’s eyes.

“Elkie?”

The nickname makes something spark in my chest. Seeing the way he has been this entire heat—one that isn’t his own—is eye-opening. Not to mention how he watched his own scent matches take care of another omega right in front of him.

I thought this was the kind of thing that made omegas gouge each other’s eyes out, but these two don’t act like that. They adore each other. If I wanted to make assumptions, I would even say they love each other.

Elsie’s eyes flutter open, little pants escaping as her chest rises and falls against mine. We’ve all seen this look over the past few days, but this time it’s different. There’s a shimmer of recognition as she stares into Casey’s pale eyes.

“Casey?” she asks, surprise flickering in her tone.

He gives a few gentle nods. “It’s me, baby.”

For a moment, her gaze is full of wonder. It’s like her brain is trying to catch up, working through the limited memories that she has from her dissociated state. I put a hand on her back, but the second it touches her bare skin, her eyes flare open. She must realize the position we’re in because she panics, her heart thrumming fast as she tries to spring up. The motion pulls at my knot, causing me to wince with pain.

“No, no, it’s okay,” Casey tells her, his hands up as he speaks calmly. “It’s okay. You’re knotted, so you can’t move right now.”

Elsie nods, her brows pinched together like she’s in pain. I’m about to offer a way to separate us to make her comfortable, but then she looks back to her friend.

“I don’t remember…” She stops, flattening her lips. “How long have you been here?”

“Since the first day,” Raivat answers from the end of the bed, watching intently. “You asked for him. You stopped letting us touch you until he was here.”

She gnaws at her lip, her body shaking slightly. I put my hand on her arm to soothe her, ground her, and the tension seems to dissipate slightly.

“Did I… Was that okay?” she asks the other omega. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I’m sorry I forced you to come…”

“You didn’t force me to do anything, El. I wanted to be here. I loved being here,” he says genuinely. “I loved every minute of being in this bed with you.”

Her pussy squeezes around me again, this time from his words, and that sends a spark of energy right down my spine.

Fuck. Did she… like hearing that from him?

“Did we…” She looks around, avoiding Casey’s gaze.

“Did we fuck?” he echoes the unspoken question.

A soft nod.