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“Shh,” Bjor soothes. “We can’t help you if you don’t let us look.”

“H-help me?” I murmur.

Bjor nods.

Renn raises my loincloth again, and this time I am powerless to stop him. I have no choice but to lie back and watch as he carefully pulls the leather flap from between my legs, exposing the dripping need between them.

“Fuck,” Renn says almost reverently. “That’s the most beautiful little cunt I’ve ever seen.”

I experience a prickle of jealousy at those words. They imply that Renn has seen others before mine, and I don’t like that for some reason.

But he also said mine was the prettiest—and that I do like.

Renn reaches down and glides the ball of his thumb along my slit, gathering the secretions leaking there. I moan softly at that forbidden touch—then gasp as Renn lifts his moistened thumb to his mouth and sucks it clean.

His eyes roll back white, and he groans with pure pleasure.

He starts to lower his face between my legs.

Knar’s free hand darts out and catches the younger alpha by the hair, stopping him at the last second, with his mouth mere inches from my sex. Renn snarls at the interruption, and Knar snarls back, twice as fierce.

“Easy,” the pack leader says. “I don’t want to kick your ass over an omega, but I will if I have to.”

He looks at me, and for the first time I become aware of the effort he’s exerting to maintain control. If he were any other alpha, he would already have me spread and knotted. The thought sends another swell of arousal crashing through me. He pets my hair back with a trembling hand.

“Do you want this, Eri?” he whispers. “Do you want Renn to relieve your need?”

I bite my lip. Source, this is so wrong. Renn is almost like a big brother to me. I shouldn’t want him to put his mouth down there. I shouldn’t want him to make me come. And the truth is, I don’t want it—I need it, like I need water, like I need air. But I’m too ashamed to say that out loud, so I don’t.

Instead, I just lift my pelvis slowly, and press my lips to his.

CHAPTER 6

“Have you ever seen such a needy little omega?” Knar asks.

“Never,” Bjor answers.

Renn doesn’t say anything. His mouth is already busy with a different task.

The alpha snarls as he feasts on me, and I can feel the vibrations rumbling deep between my legs. His wet tongue separates my folds, lapping hungrily at my entrance, drinking my slick directly from the source. Based on the noises he’s making, it sounds like he’s enjoying it as much as I am.

And I’m making plenty of noises myself.

My head whips back and I howl like an animal as the first brutal climax courses through my body. It does nothing to extinguish my need, however. If anything, it only makes it burn brighter.

I thrust my hips, grinding my pussy against the alpha’s hungry mouth, begging—no, demanding more.

Above me, Knar chuckles.

“So very, very needy…”

He reaches down and plucks at the flimsy leather cord holding my top closed. I tied it in place after the Farlander cut it, but now it gives with a tug. The outfit bursts open, and my breasts jostle free.

I feel Knar’s dick throb beneath his loincloth.

“Fuck,” he says. “Look how hard those nipples are.”

“Just begging to be sucked,” says Bjor. “Guess we’d better give ’em what they want.”