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Injury be damned, I pull more of her into my arms and thrust up from the table, driving her into Alessandro’s offering. And for the first time, the four of us are completely joined.

My word, it’s a thing of beauty. Our bodies mesh together. We grip whatever we can reach to keep our position as sweat dews our skin, our omega writhing between us. And through her cries of pleasure, I catch Joel’s faint, desperate hiss.

“Jeremy!”

Over her shoulder, his face is a tapestry of torment, mouth wide, breaths harsh. And then I see it, the way his lip curls back and his teeth protrude. His eyes beg for help to stop what his alpha nature demands.

I lash out, instinct driving me. Just in time, my hand clamps over his face. His teeth punch into my palm, the pain drilling deep through me. I cry out, arching, and a flood of burning sensation rushes through me. My balls buck, sending an explosion of tingles racing up my spine.

The orgasm pummels through me, blinding and coated in my omega’s scent. My senses reel, stealing my breath. Helping Willow with her heat was mind-blowing.

This? This is another thing entirely.

A zephyr of hot, merciless wind streaks through my soul, wrapping around me. It’s full of Joel: his dry humor, gruffness, the work ethic that drives him, and the nebulous desire to belong.

The thin but present twin sense we’ve always shared roars to life as the pack bond cements between us, directly sharing our emotions like a busy highway. I never needed to guess what my brother was feeling, but now I live it in my own beating heart. The complexity dazzles me.

Joel shakes over Willow’s back, thrusting wildly as he finishes. A moment later, he releases me and sits up, wiping the blood on his lips, pupils blown wide with shock.

My fucking brother just bit me. Quick as a cat, I slap his cheek, leaving a bloody streak on his jaw. But I don’t mean it. He leans over Willow gasping for breath, shaking from the orgasm and something far more primal.

A couple of punctures aren’t a big deal, but the real problem is, my brother’s losing control. The alpha he’s had on lock down is finally coming back to the surface.

I can feel it raging in my own body.

Chapter fifty

Willow

What started as family dinner ended with me getting ravished on the table by three extremely fit, and overwhelmingly sexy alphas. Last night was wild. So wild, my cheeks heat just from walking past the dining table as I head to the kitchen for my morning coffee.

Pre Boss Pack, I’d normally be up an hour ago, had one video filmed, and be getting ready to start work for the day. Instead, I’m wrapped in a wrinkled bathrobe, my hair a bird’s nest, and my brain slush. And with my pussy gently throbbing from taking two brothers at the same time.

My alphas are hungry animals, but it’s different from anything I’ve experienced before. All the time they’re checking in with me. If anything, it’s like my happiness is their drug—the more pleasure I’m experiencing, the harder they work.

I’ve never had that before.

My previous pack used me, cajoled me, guilted me even, into serving their needs. And that was before their requests for sex turned into outright demand. Waking up with the twins either side of me and feeling completely safe was a revelation. I tiptoed out of the room because I didn’t want to wake them, not because I was afraid of being pulled back into bed.

Mr Shares trots out and stretches in the middle of the room, tail wagging slowly like he’s not fully awake yet either.

“Where’s your new pal?” I ask, giving him a cuddle.

He walks toward the front door. When I let him out, Jock bounds toward us, dirt all over his nose and a goofy look on his face.

“Hello, big boy,” I say, grabbing his head to stop him leaping at me. “You look like you’ve been digging something up.”

He huffs happily in answer, still trying to jump up on me and spreading dirt across the floor.

Outside, the sun’s already warm, and yesterday’s moisture sits in the air, turning things humid. The front gate rolls open, admitting Alessandro. He’s shirtless and sweating, wearing only kicks and shorts, body glistening in the morning light. My alpha jogs up the drive, waving when he spots me.

Coming up the steps, he holds out one of my access remotes. “I borrowed this to get the gate open. Hope you don’t mind.”

I shake my head. “I’ll get access codes for everyone sorted out today.”

He leans in to kiss me, sweat and personal musk mixing in a lovely, active-man concoction. I inhale fully and Alessandro deepens his kiss. When I finally pull back, he grins. “Oh, this is a nice way to start the day.”

I run a finger down his sweaty body. “Hmm, I was thinking the same thing.”