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“She’ll get even tighter in a second,” Everett growls before thrusting inside.

Similar to everything he does in the bedroom, he shows me no mercy, thrusting deep in one swift motion. I swear I can feel the two of them in my lungs.

My eyes flutter shut, and I moan around his thumb.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Everett grunts, using the hold he has on my face to keep my head from falling back onto Cameron’s shoulder. “Eyes open.”

My inner walls flutter around them again. God, that was so hot.

I blink my eyes open and meet his gaze, never letting my eyes fall shut again.

“Good girl,” Everett growls.

Everett bites me as soon as he pushes his knot inside of me, a few minutes later. I’m a little late to the memo, so it takes me a couple seconds to dip my own head down and bite him.

Remember how I said I’d never felt as full as when Cameron had knotted me?

Well, looks like I’ve beaten that record already.

“Fuck, I’m never going to come down if you keep squeezing me like that, Sweet Tea,” Cameron groans.

I let out a soft giggle, my head lolling lazily to the side.

I meet Eli’s gaze. His expression is sharp and hungry.

“Once my knot comes down... You’re mine,” he growls.

“Well, if you stopped milking my cock, I’d stop fluttering around you and you’d be able to fuck her sooner,” Beck pouts, his body limp and lax against Eli’s.

“Yeah, well, I couldn’t have you missing out,” Eli teases affectionately, kissing up and down Beck’s neck.

My heat still thrums under my skin. I know this won’t be the end of it, probably for a few days at least. But surrounded by my guys? I can do anything.

CHAPTER 31

Andi

“The paperwork went through?” I ask, my eyes wide.

“The paperwork went through,” Everett nods. The relief is even visible in his expression.

The moment mine and Beck’s heats ended—or maybe during, I’m not too sure, some stuff is a little blurry—Everett had Charles file an emergency conservatorship petition ourselves, rather than waiting for Gina to somehow find out and build a case against us.

We notified the court of my dad’s diagnosis at the same time we turned in our official bonding paperwork to the bond registry.

And luckily? It all went through without a hitch. It was a surprisingly smooth process. I was sure Gina would try to block it somehow, but we haven’t even heard a whisper from her.

“Oh, thank God!” I cheer, reaching out to grab his hand and bouncing up and down as I make it down the front steps of the house.

The others cheer with me as we all make our way down the front path.

We’re going to the hospital to visit my dad, again. I’ve—obviously, given my heat—been preoccupied, so I haven’t had the chance nearly as much as I would’ve liked. I know he’s still unconscious, but I still feel bad that I haven’t been there.

Eli, who’s leading the pack since he tends to take the wheel of his SUV most of the time, freezes in place when we get to the driveway.

The immediate souring of his blood orange scent makes my heart leap into my throat. I cling to Everett’s arm, half expecting to see my dad on the concrete again, even though that’s impossible.

When I peer around Eli’s broad shoulders, my eyes go wide.