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"I'll get drinks and snacks," he says, already heading for the door. "She'll need them when she wakes up. Protein, water, something sweet."

Briggs returns with a warm washcloth. He kneels beside us, and I shift slightly, letting him access her skin. He's gentle, wiping the sweat from her forehead, her neck, her shoulders. He wipes around my knot carefully to clean the slick and cum from her thighs, wiping away the evidence of our first time together.

"She's beautiful," Briggs murmurs, his eyes soft.

I just hold her, my nose buried in her hair, breathing in black cherry and almond. The scent is stronger now, mixed with my coffee and vanilla, and it's the most addictive thing I've ever known.

I've never knotted anyone before. But lying here, feeling her heartbeat slow against mine, her body soft and trusting in my arms, I know I'd do anything to feel this again.

"Sleep, omega," I whisper against her hair. "I've got you."

Her breathing evens out, deep and peaceful. I close my eyes, savoring the weight of her, the warmth of her, the perfect, pulsing connection of my knot still deep inside her virgin cunt.

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

Tripp

Morning light filters through the curtains, painting the nest in soft warmth. I've been awake for a while, watching her sleep. Autumn's curled between Clint and me, her blonde hair splayed across my arm, her face peaceful. Last night was chaos, but this morning feels strangely calm.

Her scent is different this morning—still black cherry and almond, but richer now, deeper. The heat hasn't broken overnight; it's just settled into something more manageable, a slow burn instead of a wildfire.

At some point before dawn, we'd managed to get water into her and convince her to eat half a sandwich. Not much, but enough that the tight worry in my chest had eased. The heat was still riding her hard, but at least she wasn't running on fumes anymore.

She stirs, her gray eyes fluttering open. There's a moment of confusion, then recognition, then a shy smile that makes my chest ache.

"Morning," she murmurs, her voice rough from last night.

"Morning, Sweetheart." I brush a strand of hair from her face. "How do you feel?"

"Wet," she admits, blushing. "And empty."

That word sends a jolt straight to my cock. Empty. I know what she means. Her body's been stretched, filled, and knotted, but the heat is still there, humming beneath her skin, demanding more.

"Then let's fix that," I say, pulling her closer.

Briggs is already awake, his whiskey eyes heavy-lidded with lust. Clint's beside her, his caramel eyes tracking every movement. The nest smells like sex, slick, and alpha musk, a heady cocktail that makes my mouth water.

I roll onto my stomach, positioning myself between her thighs. She's already spreading for me, her legs falling open, her cunt glistening with her arousal. Her pink folds are swollen, still slick from last night, and I groan at the sight.

"Look at you," I murmur, running my thumb through her slit. She shivers, her hips bucking into my touch. "Still so wet for us. Still so ready."

"Tripp," she breathes, and the way she says my name makes me want to feast on her.

I lower my mouth to her pussy and she gasps, her hands flying to my hair. I start slow, teasing, licking through her folds, tasting her. She's sweet, salty, and perfect, and I can't get enough. I circle her clit with my tongue, flicking it lightly, and she moans, her hips grinding against my face.

"Fuck, that's good," she whimpers. "Don't stop."

I don't. I eat her like she's my last meal, lavishing her with my tongue, sucking her clit into my mouth, spreading her open with my fingers. Her slick coats my chin, and my jaw. I drink it down like it's nectar. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, and I know she's close.

"Come for me, omega," I growl against her cunt. "Let me taste you."

She does, with a cry that echoes through the nest, her body arching off the pillows, her juices flooding my mouth. I lap it up, working her through it until she's limp and gasping.

But I'm not done.

I pull away, rising to my knees, and position her on her hands and knees. She's pliant and willing, her ass in the air, her cunt dripping. Behind me, I hear Briggs shift, and I know he's moving into place, his cock at the ready.