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I feel exhausted, yet satisfied. It is a wonderful feeling, and it is made all the more wonderful by the presence of my two protective alpha mates.

There is only one thing that could make it better.

Thorus.

I wish that the older alpha could be here to share this moment with us, but I sense that he is okay, wherever he is, and I take comfort in that knowledge as my mind drifts into the warm embrace of sleep.

CHAPTER 26: BRIK

It’s nearly an hour before my knot loosens and I am able to withdraw myself from Syra’s sleeping body. My cock remains firm, however, and I hold it inside her for a little while longer, simply enjoying the sensation of being sheathed within her pulsing heat. I am tempted to start fucking her again, but I do not wish to wake her. It is important for an omega in heat to be fucked and seeded by multiple males, but it is equally important for her to rest and recover from her repeated matings.

Moving with infinite care, I slide my cock out of Syra’s bottom. Some of my semen leaks out of her and trickles down the rounded cheek of her backside. It is the most arousing sight I have ever seen, and I cannot help but jack my dick to it.

“What are you doing?” Markus asks in a low voice.

He is lying on the other side of Syra’s body, the front side, and his cock is still knotted within her pussy. Anyway, I assume it is. Or maybe his knot has already abated, and he is simply holding himself inside her as I did, savoring the tight, wet grip of her sex.

“I am anointing this gorgeous ass with my cum,” I tell him.

A moment later, I make good on that statement, as a fresh gush of semen erupts from my dick and spatters over the smooth skin of the sleeping omega’s rump.

Markus grumbles, but it is a sound of annoyance, not of anger.

“You shouldn’t waste your seed like that,” he says. “Syra needs it inside her.”

“You sound like Thorus,” I say with a chuckle. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from. Whenever the omega wakes up, I’ll be ready to fuck her and pump her full of seed again, as much as she fucking needs.”

“What about your knot?” he says, glancing down at the base of my cock, which has swollen once again with my ejaculation. “You’d better hope that goes away before she wakes up or else you’ll have trouble fitting inside her.”

“You’re one to talk,” I say with a grin. “As slow as you are, you’re liable to still be knotted inside her when she wakes up. I hope you don’t expect me to give you the purring treatment the way Thorus did in the graveyard.”

Markus’s body shakes with silent laughter.

“That won’t be necessary,” he says. “I just need a few more minutes, that’s all.”

It takes longer than a few minutes, but eventually his knot does soften, and he is able to slip out of her. An even larger rush of seed come spilling out of her cunt. I watch as he reaches down and smears it over Syra’s belly, and then her breasts.

“You’re making a mess of her, Markus.”

The growl in my voice is only mock anger. It’s actually kind of hot watching him spread his cum all over the sleeping omega like that.

“Hell, look who’s talking,” he says. “You just made a huge mess all over her ass.”

“That’s true. I guess we’d better wash her again.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Earlier, we agreed that the winner of the competition would earn the right to bathe Syra’s beautiful body, but we had no clear winner—or maybe we both came out on top—so we decide to share the prize. We don’t discuss any of this with words. Words are no longer necessary. We understand it deep in our bones, at an instinctual level. Syra is our mate now, our shared omega, and all of our past enmity must be set aside to ensure her care, protection, and pleasure.

We do not carry her into the pool, for fear that would wake her. Instead, we lay her face up at the water’s edge. Then we scoop up the water in our cupped hands and lave it over her naked body. I see to the cleansing of her breasts while Markus takes responsibility for her lower body. He even makes her come in her sleep, an impressive feat.

After her front side is clean, we carefully roll her onto her belly and wash her back. This time, I am in charge of her lower body, and I pay extra attention to the cleft of her ass, rinsing away all the stains of our mating. Once she is immaculate again, I gently pry her cheeks open and plant a soft kiss against her little puckered rosebud.

“You are so perfect,” I whisper to her. “Every part of you.”

The omega smiles faintly and mumbles something in her sleep.

When it comes time to carry her back to the main chamber of the cave, I let Markus do the honors. It only seems fair after the way he let me deflower Syra’s rear hole. That is a gift I will not soon forget.