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“It’s also an Alpha contest.” I raise my hands to grip firmly onto the leather of the swing, adjusting my stance. “Angel, worship our Omega. Luca, our Omega needs something stuffed in her sweet mouth. If the Omega comes first, then you’ll win the second day with her, honey. But if she makes you come first, sugar…” I wink at Luca. “Then you’ll knot her next.”

I haven’t even finished speaking, before Luca is prowling around to the front of the swing with a determined expression.

I should have known how much he wanted this.

Standing in front of her, Luca’s cock is level with Paige’s head. The swing is perfect for her to be spit-roasted.

Luca did a good job with the swing.

When Luca grabs her to lift up her head, her slick perfumes the air.

Luca’s cock hardens. “My desperate little Omega. So needy for me.”

In answer, she opens her mouth, still purring.

Luca feeds his cock slowly but steadily into her mouth.

He hisses through his teeth; her purring must feel incredible on his cock. Then he holds her head more firmly, fucking into her mouth relentlessly.

Hell, he is committed to winning.

Luca raises his gaze to meet mine across Paige’s bound body.

He looks dazed, lost.

I know how he feels.

We’re fucking our Omega together.

Neither of us reckoned that we would have this.

“Wait for me,” Angel complains like this is any other race.

He leans over Paige, kissing her breasts.

He licks down her stomach, as her hands clench compulsively.

Then he parts the folds of her pussy above where my cock disappears into her pussy. He studies the place we are joined in awe.

Then he dives to lock his mouth over her clit and sucks with a dizzying intensity.

He is just as determined to win.

I chuckle, rolling my hips to add even more cruel sensation to our Omega.

Her body is sheened with sweat.

Angel pets Paige’s stomach, while he takes her apart with his mouth, never letting her rest.

Luca’s eyes close, as he thrusts mercilessly between her stretched lips.

Paige belongs here with my Cole pack.

The thought fills me, possessive, primal, and right.

Then Luca’s hips stutter, and his knees buckle.

“My Omega…” He draws his cock hurriedly out of Paige’s mouth.