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CHAPTER 53
OLIVE
They’re both inside me.
They use my holes, and the pleasure never ends. I’m a live wire, my body burning up as Killian fucks me from behind, his movements causing me to grind against Dylan’s cock.
I could do this forever.
“Such a good girl,” Killian pants from behind me. “Such a good Omega.”
And with Dylan moaning under me and Killian groaning from behind me, I fall over the edge.
This orgasm is different.
IfeelKillian and Dylan’s pleasure, as we all finish together, both of them roaring as they pump me full of their cum. Dylan pops his knot almost immediately, stuffing me, and Killian slowly inflates in my ass.
“Too much?” He whispers quickly, but I shake my head, closing my eyes and focusing on the sensation.
I’m complete. I’m filled.
We don’t move for a while. Killian stays seated behind me, every so often gently thrusting his hips, while I collapse on Dylan, draping my body over his.
I float in and out of sleep, hazy and fulfilled. Dylan and Killian both work to bring me to release, rocking me on their knots.
I scream until my throat is sore.
And then, we do it again.
* * *
My Heat lasts fordays.
It’s the longest I’ve ever had, and it’s incredible.
I sleep for hours on end, but when I wake up, I demand every one of them. Brock, Killian, and Dylan all take turns sharing me, and I always go to bed with at least one Alpha spooning me.
There’s always a new recipe for me to try when I wake up, and clean, warm blankets after every “session.”
I offer my mouth, my cunt, and my ass.
And in return, they murmur words of love and encouragement, and bring me to heights of pleasure I never knew were possible.
Our bond strengthens, along with our trust and love.
It’s something I never thought would happen.
BeforeEdenI never concerned myself with serious relationships.
All that mattered to me was work.
Yet now, after living through Hell, my priorities have changed.
I muse on all this a day after my Heat officially ends, lounging on the couch in the living room with Dylan, Killian, and Brock. I’m sore, but there’s a heating pack on my stomach, and I’m wrapped in a cozy faux fur throw.
Hannah is back, and she runs into the living room, her loud presence taking up the area.
“Turn on the fucking news rightnow!” She shrieks, and I change the cooking channel to a local one.
