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“You should be resting,” he says, so quietly I can barely hear it.

“I don’t want to.”

As I suspected, when I move my hand from his thigh to his cock, it’s already hard under his boxers. The fact makes me slick as hell. I run my fingers up and down his length, finding the shape of him through the fabric.

“I don’t think you want to sleep, either,” I whisper.

Denver groans, his hips shifting to press harder against my hand. He leans down, his breath hot as it fans against my ear.

“Don’t start something you’re not ready to finish,” he warns.

I don’t intend to. And I prove it to him as I pull his boxers down and crawl on top of him. I slide up and down his length, getting him nice and wet with my slick. Each ridge of his cock brushes against my clit, setting sparks of pleasure through my whole body. I’m getting impatient—I want all of him.

Now.

Apparently, Denver’s thinking exactly the same thing.

He rolls me to my back, positioning himself on top of me. He grabs my leg and pulls it up so that when he thrusts inside, it’s impossibly deep. Before I can cry out at the sensation, his hand settles over my mouth.

“The others are sleeping,” he whispers. “Be a good girl and be quiet so you don’t wake them.”

Fuck, praise from Denver just does it for me. Slick gushes from me as he rocks into me. My hands find the dimples on his lower back, pulling him harder against me with each thrust. His knot is totally hard now, and he tries to force it inside me. My opening is tender after the night’s activities, but the combination of pain and pleasure has my orgasm building high. With every stroke, I manage to take a little more of him.

“Can you come for me without screaming?” Denver whispers.

I nod eagerly. I’ll have to focus, but I want to show him that I can do it.

With one final stroke, he forces his knot inside of me.

I manage to hold back my scream, and I swear that energy goes right back into my body as I come so hard, I see fireworks behind my eyes. My inner walls flutter around his cock, milking him as he comes.

I was able to be quiet.

Denver’s the one who roars. It’s loud, primal, and so fucking hot. He doesn’t stop until his cock empties fully inside me.

Spent, he rolls to the side so he doesn’t crush me. I hear the other Alphas stirring in bed beside us.

“What the hell was that?” Camden asks, sounding sleepy.

Memphis groans. “Better get used to it. Bet they wake us up this way the rest of our lives.”

I can’t hold back my laugh. It’s amusement, but it’s joy, too.

The rest of our lives sounds pretty good to me.

EPILOGUE

M E M P H I S

Husky stomps her foot happily as I scratch her mane. She’s the smallest of our horses and rather slender, actually. She got her name because, like Brooklyn, she’s got one brown eye, one blue.

Behind me, Brooklyn crosses her arms and huffs in faux annoyance. “How come all the horses like you better than me?” she complains. “I spend way more time with them than you do.”

“You’re too easy,” I say. “They don’t have to work for it. Try being a little more mysterious.”

“I’m plenty mysterious,” Brooklyn says, offering Olive an apple.

The horses all adore Brooklyn. She spends a lot of her spare time with them, cleaning, feeding or sketching them. She’s a natural in the saddle, and rides almost every day. But she’s not completely off-base—for whatever reason, I’m their favorite. Probably because they know the land their stable was built on is mine.

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