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Thunder and lightning crackle.
My hips and toes pop with fireworks.
My alphas fill me with love, reassurance and deep, deep belonging.
Everything’s so perfect I get a little choked up.
Or maybe I’m struggling to breathe because I’m overflowing with Dutch’s special syrup.
At least eight hours worth. Plus, whatever was left after my alphas took turns filling me and palming my pussy shut.
If I can get pregnant outside my heat, then I should be carrying a few hundred Meadows babies by now.
A fucked-up, family-starved gamma girl can hope.
“Good morning,” Jin says softly.
Bishop shrugs from Jin’s hold and Dutch’s throat, straightening his robe. He kisses the corner of my eye. “I’ll find you for our shower.”
With his mouth finally free, Dutch doesn’t waste time breathing. He sparkles through the rasp of his recently fucked throat. “Morning, Solly.”
“Good morning.” I kiss Dutch’s ultra-swollen lips, then moan.
Peach-stuffed pancakes.
My stomach rumbles.
Meadows Pack keeps me ravenous.
“Really good fucking morning.” Reese scrapes his teeth down the four-leaf-clover of my connected mating scars, teasingly circling his hips as he pulls from my pulsing ass.
“Ohff~!” I orgasm again, clamping Dutch’s receding knot.
My alphas take turns kissing their bites and easing out of my body. With no more cocks to hold me up, I slide boneless into Jin’s arms.
Jin knows what I like in the morning, too.
Bare-chested, he flaunts my marks. His obvious pride in my nail-tracks, hickeys, and slowly scarring bites comforts the possessive, gamma goblin who needs everyone to know.
Su-Jin Meadows is owned.
In tight-fitted athletic pants, he drags me between his thighs. While I lean into his heartbeat, he rubs my belly.
His palm is so warm.
Bishop sneaks off to clean himself, and Reese drags Dutch down the hall when he tries to hover.
I close my eyes, wishing I could doze, but the pack’s concern buzzes with the same voice that warns our perfect morning is coming to a close.
My heat mostly stopped my need to cover my scars. Now my alphas have seen every part of my body at angles I didn’t know existed.
And after mating the only pack I could ever want, most of the nasty, hidden instincts are purged from my system. I can breathe—and control my pheromones—without feeling like I’m fighting for survival.
Jin caresses me, watching slick and seed seep from my still-twitching pussy to soak our pack-scented sheets. His rumbling satisfaction would kill any lingering doubts about much he wants me, even if I couldn’t feel him mirroring my possessiveness.
Our obsession is so arrow-stabbingly mutual, my vision board can burn. All I have to do to live my dreams is open my eyes.
And yet…
