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“Raise your arm, moonbeam,” Flint whispered to Freya as he gently rocked his hips beneath the bathwater.

She moaned but obediently raised her arm to allow me to wash it. Freya straddled him, bouncing up and down on his cock while I bathed her.

“That’s a good girl,” Flint murmured. “Let your pack alpha take care of you.”

Having one of us fuck her while another bathed her was the only way we’d figured out how to keep her in the bathtub. Otherwise, she refused to cooperate, demanding cock the whole time.

Her raw desire — and perhaps her pheromones — kept all of us primed, but by now, on the fourth day? Our stamina was being severely tested.

“Do you think she’s this insatiable because of the full moon?” I asked.

It was the Full Harvest Moon tonight, and that meant our stamina wasn’t the only thing being tested. Heath was on watch now, and a few minutes ago, I’d heard him give into his wolf’s need to howl beneath the full moon and declare himself a powerful alpha, unafraid of any rogue alphas that might lurk nearby.

It wasn’t ideal, considering we were in unfamiliar territory and disadvantaged by Freya’s heat keeping us occupied. If any rogue alphas answered Heath’s challenge, I hoped they came one at a time so he could easily handle them. We couldn’t waste time healing, not when Freya needed us.

My wolf scratched and scrambled around inside of me, alternately demanding I bite Freya to make her our mate and demanding we all go outside for a pack run. Reminding my wolf that Freya couldn’t run with us hadn’t helped.

“Could be because of the full moon,” Flint grunted as Freya slammed home on him again, causing the water to slosh over the side of the tub.

“Maybe it’s because we’re not her mate,” I mused as I washed her legs as best I could beneath the water.

Freya had drained me dry earlier, causing Flint to take over for bath duty. I’d never had this problem before. I desperately wanted to get it back up for her, and my wolf felt permanently hungry for her… but physically, it just wasn’t possible. It was frankly embarrassing, since it had never happened before. But Flint and Heath had experienced the same problem for about an hour each before they could get it back up again. Freya, in heat, had more stamina than all of us combined.

I’d never heard of such a thing between mated wolves, which made me wonder if that explained it, rather than the moon.

Flint raised Freya off his dick for a minute so I could wash between her legs. She moaned a complaint as I did so, and it wasn’t long before her lusty gaze turned angry.

“More,” she whined.

“We know, baby,” Flint replied, stroking himself beneath the water to keep himself ready for her. “We’ll take care of you.”

“Where is Rowan?” she groaned.

Hearing our packmate’s name fall from her lips when she’d never met him had surprised me the first time until Heath toldme about her dream. It couldn’t be coincidence. But it had reminded me to text Rowan to let him know we’d be unavailable for the next five days. I still hadn’t even gotten the chance to check my phone for a reply since then, but I knew he’d call if any emergencies came up that I needed to know about.

“More. Now,” she growled, her attention turning back to Flint.

From my understanding, she wasn’t completely out of her mind. She wouldn’t remember every minute of the past five days, but she was still aware of her surroundings and which of us were with her. She just… had zero self-control when it came to fucking us.

Case in point, I barely got her rinsed off before she climbed back aboard Flint. Like a gentleman, he held his dick steady as she pierced herself with him, and they both let out a moan. My dick twitched to life, already sensing my turn approaching.

She was as clean as we could get her for now, so I reached down and began stroking her clit as she rode my packmate.

“That’s it, princess,” I growled. “Be a good girl and come on Flint’s cock.”

In only moments, she obeyed, her body stuttering. Flint grabbed her hips, taking over control to move her up and down as I continued my attack on her clit. After her climax, Flint leaned back, expecting a moment of reprieve. None came, however, as Freya moaned and kept sliding up and down on him.

“It’s almost your turn at watch,” I reminded Flint, my fingers circling her clit once more. “You may as well come with her next time.”

From the desperation in Flint’s eyes, he wasn’t far off, anyway. Still, he held on during Freya’s second orgasm as she screamed both of our names. On the third orgasm, he joined her in release, and my dick stood fully at attention, ready to fulfillher needs next. It was a good thing, because it seemed Freya couldn’t survive five minutes without a cock in her.

“Time for me to switch places with Heath,” Flint whispered into Freya’s hair. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Freya sighed in frustration as Flint slid her off of him and pulled her out of the bathtub. I helped him towel her off, but her hands immediately went to my hard length as she moaned, “Mine.”

“Good luck,” Flint laughed, slapping me on the shoulder as he left.

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