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I can barely think. The world around me blurs, and the only thing that anchors me is Memphis’s scent. It’s so complex, notes of mossy wood and mountain pine, sticky tree sap and wild mint. He smells like my forest, like home.

It’s unfair how handsome he is. He’s pulled his dark, wavy hair back with a leather strap, and I’m dying to pull it loose and run my fingers through it. His short beard is well-kept, framing his rugged features perfectly. When he turns his rich brown eyes on me, it feels like they’re devouring me.

My fevered body wants him. Cramps ravage my stomach. I know they won’t go away until I get a knot—Memphis’s knot. The pain is terrible, but it’s mixed with my own desire. I can feel his muscles working as he carries me, and it’s sexy as hell. I want this man, and I’m tired of trying to figure out why. It’s obvious that he wants me just as much. I can feel his hard cock against my ass. He’s being a gentleman and pretending nothing’s happening, which is driving me even more crazy.

I need some kind of relief. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m shifting in his hold so my chest is pressed to his and I can wrap my legs around him. Finally, I’m able to grind my needy pussy against him. The noise I make is indecent. This is what I want—our cores pressed to each other, his scent overcoming me while I press my nose to his neck.

Memphis’s hands move to my thighs, gripping them so hard that I’m sure he’ll leave marks there. I find the idea of that unbearably appealing.

“You need to stop, sweetheart,” he growls. “If you don’t want me to take you, you have to stop moving like that.”

I moan, because that’s exactly what I want. He’s positioned perfectly. My hips shift against his again so I can grind my clit against him.

“Are you sure?” Memphis asks, squinted brown eyes meeting mine. “Because if I get my cock anywhere near that sweet pussy of yours, I won’t stop. I’ll go until I’m knotted so tightly you’ll be?—”

“Yes,” I interrupt him, shaking with need. “Please, fuck,” I moan.

“Memphis,” Denver growls from somewhere ahead of us, and Memphis’ head snaps up, pupils so dark and blown that his eyes look black.

“I have this,” he growls back, his upper lip curling. “I’ve got it under control.”

I don’t turn to see Denver’s expression, but I can feel the tension as the two Alphas hold each other’s intense stares for what feels like an eternity as my need doubles and then triples until I’m whimpering.

“Unless you want to take care of her,” Memphis spits, and I feel his muscles tighten under my palms.

“He said he’s got it,” I hear Cam say. “He knows what will happen if he does anything to damage her.”

But oh how I want him to damage me. So fucking badly.

I whine again, grinding against Memphis to try to find some relief.

“Please,” I mumble, my voice watery as hot tears prick my eyes and a cramp tightens low in my belly.

“I got you, Sunshine,” Memphis whispers against my cheek.

He grabs for my pants and rips them down just enough to expose me to him. Another quick gesture, and my panties are history.

Distantly, I hear the others moving further away and I shove my hands between us and undo the front of his pants. His cock springs free, hard and long, the head already leaking precum. I collect it on my thumb, then lick it off. He tastes so good: salty and musky and clean.

“That’s right, baby, taste me,” he mutters. “I’m so ready for you, you have no idea.”

He swipes the swollen head of his cock against me, collecting my slick. He looks down between us, something like awe on his face.

“Is this all for me?” he demands.

I nod shyly. His answering grin is lupine.

“Good girl. Making a mess on my cock before I’ve even put it in you. I want to feel you dripping all over me.”

I look down, watching him guide the thick purple head against me. Teasing me mercilessly. I can’t hold back my groan. Memphis has a gorgeous cock, lined with pulsing veins and hard as steel. At the base, his knot has already started swelling. I want it inside me so badly that I’m ready to do whatever he asks of me. I drip all over him, and the tip of his cock glistens with my slick.

“Please,” I beg him. “I need it.”

“Then it’s yours.” He drags his teeth along my neck, sending a shiver through me. “Get ready. I won’t be gentle.”

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