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Ferris leans down and kisses her, picking up his pace as he impales her while impaling himself on me. “Love you too,” he groans. “Love you both.”
His confession breaks me, and I grab onto his delicious hips and begin moving him the way I want, fucking him into Raine while giving him everything he needs, too.
“You both are mine,” I growl. “My mates, my loves. You two are my whole world.”
“Dair!” Ferris hisses. “Gods, the feel of you stretching me—I can’t—”
“Gonna come for me, Ferris? You like my cock in your ass that much, huh? Then fucking come. I wanna see my good boy lose himself to pleasure.”
Ferris yells as he comes, shooting our omega full while his ass milks my dick. He gasps, “Dair,” while his chest rumbles with a deep, primal growl. I lean over him, pushing his hips forward with my body so that his knot lodges into Raine. The moment she falls apart again, Ferris twists and sinks his teeth into my arm that’s caging them together.
“Perfect alpha,” I tell him, slowly dragging my cock in and out of his body, careful in case he’s oversensitive from coming. “You deserved that, didn’t you? Deserved your pleasure and the right to claim your alpha. Thank you for my bite, sweetheart. I love the look of your teeth in my skin. You were absolute perfection.”
He mumbles incoherently as he licks at my fresh bite, mindless with pleasure as he pumps our omega full of seed. Under him, Raine’s back arches in pleasure, her little whimpers going straight to my knot. “You come too, baby?” I ask. “Good girl, Raine. You make your alpha so proud.”
Only when my mates are sated and soft, kissing each other with tenderness instead of desperate lust, do I allow myself to grip my knot and empty into Ferris.
I slowly drag myself from Ferris’s body and watch with predatory fascination as my cum begins to drip out of his tender hole. Gently, I gather it onto my finger and push it back in. “Keep it in for as long as you can,” I demand.
He looks at me over his shoulder, challenge shining in his eyes, but I see the dark well of lust too, and he doesn’t say a word as I watch him clench his hole.
“That’s my boy,” I growl, then go to the small bathroom to clean up before joining the cuddle party in the nest.
As I slide in front of Raine, who rests on her side, I kiss her nose and cheeks, peppering her in love, then reach across her body to cup Ferris’s face. “Was that okay?”
“Fuck, yes,” he says, eyes fervent. I watch while he slowly pulls out of Raine as his knot deflates. “It was perfect. You made it so good.” His cheeks darken with a sweet blush. “I’m so happy we did that. But next time, you’re the filling, yeah?”
Raine’s excited whine harmonizes with my aroused groan, and Ferris just laughs, wild and carefree, and so different from the alpha I first met at Grand Prairie.
“I’m glad too,” I promise, caressing his hair. “Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for letting me love you.”
We all settle into the intimate silence, relaxing into each other’s arms, but then Ferris suddenly shoots up from the nest, eyes wide. “Oh, shit.”
“What’s wrong?” Raine asks, her worry evident through our bond.
“I totally forgot,” Ferris chuckles. “I’ll be right back.”
Raine and I watch him leave the room, confusion and curiosity bubbling in the air.
He returns with a giant grin on his face, something hidden behind his back. “I have something for you,” he tells Raine, then reveals a dark-brown glass bottle.
He climbs into the nest again, handing the bottle over to Raine as she sits up. I watch as her mouth drops, eyes lighting up with shock and excitement.
“Where did you find this?” she gasps.
Ferris’s cheeks darken with shy pleasure as his eyes twinkle with happiness. “It was sitting on one of the shelves at that tiny store where you left your hat and scarf,” he explains.
“Unbelievable,” Raine whispers, rotating the bottle to show me the picture of a wooden barrel on the faded paper wrapper. Across the barrel are stylized letters that spell out “Root Beer.”
I look back and forth between my amused mates and ask, “Wait, what is this?”
“My scent,” Raine giggles. “My mother always told me I smelled like root beer.”
A laugh punches from my chest. I never knew that Raine’s smooth and spicy scent was something so specific. Ferris grabs the bottle and twists the metal top right off. He brings the bottle under his nose and sniffs, shrugging before handing it back to Raine. “You first,” he purrs.
Her smile is so wide she almost can’t contain it enough to sip from the bottle, but she tips some of the liquid into her mouth and pauses, eyes wide. She starts shaking her head as her eyes begin to water, handing the bottle back to Ferris as her hands flap in the air, panicked.
“What’s wrong?” I demand, grabbing her to me.
