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Dutch swallows what he’s given, shaking me on his knot.
I moan. “We’re going to be late for training. Again.”
“Impossible.” Bishop drives deeper into Dutch’s willing throat.
Reese’s laugh tickles my ear. “Right? Long as our Solly’s not there, the Wyverns are just early.”
Dutch bobs and hums to agree.
Or maybe he’s just gulping Bish’s cock.
I cup his throat. His thick neck is always delicious. But when Dutch works his jaw to swallow Bishop’s shaft, all those beautiful throat muscles roll. I rub the silvery bite-scars while he deepthroats Bish so eagerly that his emotions bounce in time with his ass cheeks.
Moving Meadows Pack to the Wyvern Compound was such the right decision.
Our nest has mirrors.
They slope from the domed ceiling, giving me a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view. Reese’s tight ass and rippling back, Dutch’s curled, twitching toes, and Bishop’s knees, secretly shaking beneath his robe.
Between their hot breaths, hypnotizing pheromones, and the hyper-excited, love-you-want-you-need-you-so-fucking-much sensations pumping back and forth through the bond, my clitoris weeps with need.
I squeeze Dutch’s throat, fighting for control.
Hold your shit together for the four-way orgasm.
It’s fun using my muscle-clenching skills for sex instead of survival.
At the SAS, I’d already be sizzling for being thirty seconds behind schedule.
At Wyvern House?
Lilah was already going to opt my mates out of the grueling lifetime merc-work contract they were on the hook to sign.
Then I showed Wyvern Pack my gamma ability, and they begged me to work for them instead.
Now, I’m Wyvern House’s highest-paid agent. I get to pick my missions, and I have nights and weekends free to hang with my alphas and my best friend. Plus, I promised Lilah I’d coach the omega softball team whenever the OCC finally reopens.
Meadows Pack signed sweetheart deals all around.
We agreed to come under the Wyvern umbrella as equal partners. Dany and Lisa have a safe home on the compound, and the guys’ assets are protected from vultures while the underworld reshuffles.
While Bish and Jin work their administrative magic, Dutch, Reese, and I are training for missions with Wyvern House’s A-Team, featuring Lilah’s big, scary alphas—Atlas, Hunter, Finn, and JJ Wyvern.
We’re always late.
Every. Freaking. Morning.
And I don’t give a finger-licking shit.
Who the hell could punish me now?
“Focus, Queen.” Bish pinches my chin.
Oh, right.
Bish can punish me.
But only because he has a sixth-sense for what I love and stops—no questions asked—when he unknowingly brushes one of my leftover lines.
