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Dutch’s displaced muscles bunch in the shape of Bishop’s cock.

Relentless, I follow his shaft.

Thank fucking shit for the mate bond, otherwise I’d think Dutch’s gurgles meant he was dying. They’re happy choking slurps that bounce his hips and stir me on his knot, begging me to drag Bishop over the edge with us.

I rock and rock and rock. Reese’s thrusts grind me deep on Dutch’s knot and rub my clit on Dutch’s pelvis. Three perfect purrs vibrate me all over.

I’m so close.

So, so freaking close, but—

“Marisol.” The husky growl lightning-strikes my spine, rolling down my belly until it liquifies my little toes.

Jin grips my throat and kisses my temple. I can feel him checking me for anything that’s wrong.

Checking my mates.

Checking our pack.

Our packleader would fix our problems if we had any left.

But Meadows Pack is all aces.

Stuck swirling on a fuckyessss feedback loop that ignites with Jin’s touch. Pleasure, joy, peach, tingles, lightning, syrup, love, cocoa butter, and holy fucking shit—!

Jin possessively scrapes my scars.

My pussy spasms.

Chuckling, Jin curls the same hard grip around Bishop’s straining throat.

Then my pussy doesn’t just spasm.

It overflows.

Desperate.

Chasing.

My thighs shake the mattress. I retract my claws before I really choke Dutch.

Not that he’d mind.

Sight fading to white sparkles, I gasp, “Jinnie.”

“Come,” he commands.

I could fight the seduction of Jin’s dark dominance.

But my alphas have to obey.

“Ah!” My body rolls.

Dutch pumps me with liquid heat and tooth-aching sweetness. Hugging my back, Reese bites my shoulder and fills my ass so full I taste hot cocoa.

Bishop shoots his release halfway to Dutch’s stomach, and his broken gasps shatter me again. With every greedy swallow, Dutch milks out Bishop’s exquisite purr and stirs his knot to stretch my orgasm.

All the while, my Jinnie strokes my throat.

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