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My eyes glitter.

We’ll be locked together for at least a further half an hour.

I wish that we could be locked together forever.

I intend to knot Paige repeatedly through this heat. But unlike Luca, I know how to share.

My lips curl up at the sides, dangerously.

Paige’s eyes widen in alarm, but she doesn’t stop purring.

“As you still have a smart mouth, why don’t we put it to good use in a contest to see who knots you next?” I claw a thin line between her breasts, and she gives a needy breath. “You’re tied up, darlin’, and trapped on my knot.”

Paige’s purr only deepens, as she smiles at me. She’s exactly where she wants to be.

I struggle to continue looking stern in the face of her happiness.

I loosen the leather supports behind her head, allowing her head to hang off the end of the swing.

I slow my movements in case she intends to safe word.

She doesn’t.

Instead, she wriggles more firmly onto my knot.

I reward her by brushing across her clit.

I can’t help dropping my voice, allowing the tenderness underneath to win out. “I love seeing you like this, open and trusting. Just lie there. Your beautiful mind doesn’t need to think. You can let go. Now, we’re going to use you.”

Paige’s pussy clenches around me. Her stomach muscles quiver.

She has almost come from the thought of being used alone.

My smile becomes savage.

I drop my hand to Paige’s hip to steady myself, as pleasure is still washing over me from my knot.

The need to bond her is devastating.

My temples throb.

Sweat drips down my back.

“Luca! Angel!” I call. “You can stop listening outside the door. Get your asses in here.”

I listen to the Alphas’ scramble to shove open the door and run into my nest.

I am not surprised that they are both already naked.

They know me well enough to have realized that I intended to include them in some way in this first day of the heat.

“She’s purring.” Angel smiles with delight. “It’s beautiful.”

“She is,” Luca says like it’s a simple fact.

“You’re knotted.” Angel is staring at where my cock is locked inside Paige’s pussy with a reverence, as if we’re taking part in a holy ritual. For a moment, I reckon he is about to drop to his knees and worship us both. He licks his lips. “This is real.”

It gives me an idea of how to run this competition.