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“Okay, Petal,” Brooks says, leveraging himself up on one arm. He holds the other out, gesturing to Riley. “Get over here, Ri.”

Riley eyes the space beneath Brooks dubiously, and I grin, then wiggle to the side a few inches to give them more room. Riley crawls over, and Brooks loops his arm around their waist and pulls them beneath his body, tucking them flush against me.

“You like having both of us at your mercy, don’t you alpha daddy?” Riley says, and I snort.

“I don’t think now is when you want to be poking the bear,” I whisper to him, knowing full well Brooks can hear us.

There’s a note of nervous uncertainty in Riley’s usually bright lemon scent, and I want it gone. He belongs with us, bonded and part of our pack no matter that he’s a beta. I wish he could bite me back.

“Brooks,” I say, patting his side with the arm I have circled around him.

“Not a lick of patience between the two of you,” he grumbles, but he’s trying to hide a grin as he leans down to take Riley’s mouth in a scorching kiss.

Riley arches up into him, and I’m riveted by the sight of them together only inches from me. Brooks’ hard cock presses between my hip and Riley’s, and we both squirm at the feel of him so hard again already.

“You want me to fill you up, Ri?” Brooks asks. “Take your ass and mark you as mine?”

“Yes,” Riley says, his voice pleading. “God, yes.”

Chapter Sixty-Seven

Riley

I’m impatient as Brooks flips me onto my stomach and takes the time to prepare my ass, but all the practice in the world can’t have me ready at a moment’s notice for the beast he calls a cock. I devour Sage’s lips as she swallows my moans, and finally his wide head presses against me.

“You going to take that fat cock like a good beta?” Vee asks, and my eyes fly open to see her leaning casually against the low bench directly in front of me.

Sage wiggles away to give Brooks and me room, and Vee pulls her back between her spread legs, hooking Sage’s knees over hers and giving me the most obscene view of her dripping pussy.

“Holy fuck,” I gasp, the image before me combined with Brooks’ slow and steady glide into my asshole have me reeling.

Neveah gathers Sage’s hands and pulls them up, hooking them behind her own neck, and murmurs in Sage’s ear something I can’t hear.

Sage arches her back, curling her fingers into Vee’s hair as Neveah brings her long fingers to Sage’s nipples. She twistsand plucks at them, then kneads her breasts, and Sage sucks in harsh pulls of hair between her teeth.

Brooks grunts behind me when I clench at the sight, then his massive hand reaches around to circle my cock. He strokes me once, and I gasp, then bear down, pushing back against him. He slides the rest of the way into me and his hips sit flush against my ass, then he pulls me upright against his chest.

Muscular forearms circle around me, holding me tight to him. His harsh breaths ghost against the shell of my ear and I tip my head back against his shoulder.

“Brooks,” I say, my voice breathy with need. “Please move.”

He pulls out a few inches, then thrusts back in, and I close my eyes in bliss. He’s more than I thought I could take, and the stretch is decadent as he fills my ass, hitting the perfect spot with every slow glide in and out.

“So good,” I groan. “Fuck, Brooks.”

“That’s right,” he grunts. “Perfect beta, taking all of me in that tight ass. Gonna bite you and make you mine forever.”

Sage whimpers across from us at his words, and I open my eyes to see Vee’s fingers buried in her pussy, slick dripping down her ass and pooling on the cushions beneath them.

“Oh my god,” I say, pleasure sizzling down my spine. “I’m—Brooks?—”

“You gonna come for me, pretty beta?”

“Yes. Brooks!” I gasp, chanting his name as he pounds into me.

Then his teeth are on my throat right next to Vee’s bite, a burst of pain followed quickly by pleasure lights me up from my toes to my scalp. My ears start to ring, and then the bond between all of us pulses with lust, desire, pleasure, and love. It’s overwhelming, and I pant through the cascade of sensations.

“Brooks,” I say. “I can’t?—”