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Two seconds later, Vili stuffed my pussy with his cock, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. The Alpha didn’t waste any time and got right down to business. I was glad that in this position, I could watch the ending of the ballet as the boy decided to live in this fantasyland forever. Honestly, I couldn’t blame him. If I could live in a world filled with dancing sweets and all was right with the world, I’d stay too. However, if you were to ask me at this moment, I’d tell you to kick rocks because this right here was pure heaven.

Vili reached around and started to rub my clit as his hips slapped against my ass. This wasn’t about making love or enjoying each other’s bodies. Right now, we were slaves to our lust for one another. I reveled in the fact my body could handle down and dirty, rough and raw sex like this.

With a solid slam and a perfectly timed pinch of the clit, I exploded. Turning my head, I latched onto my arm, trying to keep my voice from being heard. Vili buried his head in my neck as he pulled back slightly so his knot didn’t lock us together as he came inside me. Hearing his soft grunts as he thrust against my pussy, his knot prevented him from thrusting deeper. It had me wishing Vili had risked it and locked us together.

Gathering me up in his arms, without letting his cock slip out, Vili sat us down on the velvet seats. We just sat there cuddled together, each of us purring up a storm as the orgasm afterglow resonated around us. When the crowd started cheering, we knew time was up, and I had to get back in my dress. There was nothing to be done about the cum which soaked my underwear, but in a way, I enjoyed feeling it, knowing what we’d done up here wasn’t a dream.

Finally dressed with my drawing in hand, Vili and I left the theater, grinning at each other like two kids who got away with stealing cookies out of the cookie jar. The driver took us back to the hotel, and Lysse immediately escorted me to the waiting bubble bath.

“How…” I started to ask, then remembered Vili texting someone on the ride home.

Lysse stripped me out of my clothes but struggled just a bit when it came to removing my underwear. “Fuck, Rosie, your scent is driving me crazy.”

Before I could say anything, Lysse grabbed my hips and locked his mouth around my nipple, lavishing his mark with attention. My lust still hadn’t completely cooled since the theater, which meant I was rocketed over the cliff and orgasmed right where I stood. A scream burst from me as my fingers curled around Lysse’s hair, ensuring he wouldn’t move from that spot.

I shouldn’t have been worried—the last thing my Alpha wanted to do was let go. Lust roared through my body as our bond amplified our feelings. Seconds later, fingers were in my pussy, scooping out Vili’s cum. Part of me started to worry, but that went out the window the moment I felt those same fingers smear that cum over my asshole. My needy Alpha was going to use it as lube, not that he needed to since I was more than ready to take him in either hole.

“Rosie, I’m going to fill your perfect little ass with my cock, then we’re going to sit in the tub so I can clean you up,” Lysse informed me.

The only response I had was a whimper as I nodded my agreement.

This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. During our three days of mindless sex, I’d noticed how much they enjoyed it when I kept their cock warm. There were a few times when they’d fallen asleep with their dicks still hard inside me, but I wasn’t complaining. The feeling of being connected to them so intimately without it being about sex was utterly romantic to me.

Lysse picked me up, splayed my legs, and slowly lowered me down on his cock. We both groaned as he entered, allowing my body to take him as it pleased, letting Lysse sink into me. Once he was balls deep, arms wrapped tightly around my middle, he sat on the wide edge of the sunken bathtub. Swinging around to drop our legs in the water, I sighed at how warm and inviting it felt. Finally submerged in milky water, Lysse got to work washing every single inch of my body.

By the time he was done, I was wiped, barely keeping my eyes open. Another pair of hands helped to dry me off, causing me to focus long enough to see it was Yun-Sun. I reached out and ran a hand over his short, buzzed hair. Yun took my hand, dried it, then kissed my palm before nuzzling it. Neither bothered to put me in a nightgown as I was placed in the large, fluffy bed.

“Rosie,” Lysse whispered, filling my ass once more with his cock. “It’s okay, you can fall asleep, but I won’t be able to settle down until I’ve knotted you, my love. Don’t you worry about a thing, I’ll do all the work. I just need to fill my Omega with my cum.”

As he whispered to me, his voice lulled me into a state of being half asleep. Through our bond, I made sure he knew I had zero issues with him fucking me to sleep or finishing if I ended up passing out before he came. My body was theirs to love, and I trusted each of them with my life, sleeping or awake. Plus, it made for fantastic dreams to fall asleep to.

Today was a do-nothing day where we ordered room service and didn’t bother to get out of bed. Yesterday had been a little bit too much for me on the physical side as I continued to build up my endurance. So, as a pack, we made the executive choice to be as lazy as we were productive yesterday.

We were watching some random, trashy reality show about city people being sent to work on a farm. Depending on where they were shooting the show, there were different types of farms. Just like a train wreck, it was so bad it was hard to stop watching. The episode we were currently watching had three guys who were trust fund babies and had never been forced to do manual labor work on a cattle ranch. It happened to be castrating day, and they were tasked with getting the young bulls through the chute and into the crush.

I lay on my stomach draped over Gareth’s back as I munched on crackers, utterly invested in what was going on. Flinching as one of the young bulls slammed the side of the chute, it knocked one of the prissy boys off the fencing, landing him in the mud.

“Baby girl, I love you, but you’re somehow managing to get more cracker on me than in your mouth,” Gareth commented.

Looking down at my hand, I realized the cracker I was holding was now crumbled into dust from how tight I was fisting my hand. “Oh shit, sorry,” I mumbled as I brushed the crumbs off him onto the plate.

“What has you all stressed out?” Gareth questioned, twisting to lay on his back so he could pull me closer. “The only time I see you waste food is when you're upset or anxious.”

“Is that what it’s really like to live and work on a cattle ranch?” I asked, sweeping a rogue curl out of his face.

He studied me for a moment before answering like he was deciding how best to answer me. “Most things are true, but like any good TV show, it’s a bit dramatic. Sure, any time you work with animals, there's a chance for things to go wrong. They have a mind of their own, and if they decide they don’t want to do something, it’s not that easy to change their mind. However, cattle have a prey mindset, unlike dogs which have a predatory way of thinking.”

“I don’t see how that has anything to do with safety?” I pointed out.

Gareth chuckled, snuggling me tight to his chest. “Oh, is that what this is really about? You want to know if I’ll be safe when I go back to work?”

“Look, I didn’t really know what was involved in the rancher life, but now I do,” I reasoned.

“Baby girl, for the love of God, please do not take this show as the metric to base your ranching knowledge on,” Gareth pleaded, cupping my face in his hands. “These men have no idea what they’re doing, and I’ll bet you anything the ranch hands have been instructed not to help those idiots. The goal here is to show just how dumb these silver-spoon candidates are by putting them in situations they aren’t prepared for. If they were on our ranch, there’s no way we’d let them do half this shit without someone right beside them.”

“So you’re telling me this show makes everything look more dangerous than it really is?” I countered.

He started to answer, then paused, changing his mind at the last second. “You know what, instead of answering that for you, why don’t we all go to Watson Ranch, and I’ll show you firsthand what it’s really like to be a rancher?”