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It doesn’t matter, though, because Cassian is strong enough to do the heavy lifting for all three of us. His abs cinch as he holds himself up, reaching down to grip my hips and bounce me on their cocks, pounding both of them into me.

Damon and I both moan, my fingernails digging into his shoulders. He snarls when I scratch him, clamping his teeth over my shoulder. “Dirty, sweet girl. Mark me up,” he hisses. “Can’t fucking wait to have your bite on me.”

Cassian likes that idea, too. A deep rumble echoes in his broad chest, his cock vibrating inside of me like a tuning fork. When my inner muscles clamp from the sensation, both alphas grunt. A warm palm lands on my head, petting my hair back. When I look at Smith, I find him gazing down at me, fisting his straining cock. When I whine, his lips ghost up, and he steps forward. “Open, omega.”

Panting to obey, I show him my tongue. He gently grips my hair, positioning me so he can slide into my mouth, his hips wedged between Damon’s shoulders and Cassian’s chest.

The bitter richness of his pre-cum is deliriously delicious. My brain goes fuzzy and numb while I suck his throbbing length, whimpering for more of his taste.

“Good fucking girl,” he growls, his harsh, urgent tone so at odds with the sweet way his hands cup my head. “God, I love you so much. We all do.”

“So. Goddamn. Much,” Cassian grinds out, thrusting harder and faster.

Damon nods, his damp cheek grazing mine while Smith leaves another burst of his pre-cum on my tongue. He lifts one of his hands off my head and roughly grips Damon’s hair instead. My blue-eyed alpha groans, leaning into the pain.

“Rub your knot against her clit,” Smith tells him. “She’ll pull you in when she’s ready for it. Which will probably be in about ten seconds, when I fill this pretty mouth.”

My answering whine is sharp. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him harder while Damon follows Smith’s orders and grinds his hot, throbbing knot into the aching nub just inches from his cock. I scream, the sound muffled around Smith.

His head falls back. He drops Damon’s hair and starts gripping his own knot instead, listening to me moan around his length as he cups his balls and strokes the swollen pulse at the base of his shaft.

Cassian’s thrusts get sloppier with every drive, until I feel him erupt in hot washes. “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.”

Tingles race up my back. Damon shouts as my body reacts to Cassian’s climax and clenches deep, tugging D’s knot right where I want it most.

“Holy shit. Remi. Jesus. Yes.”

His knot inflates, filling me and massaging every inner muscle to perfection. My nerves stretch and sing, sparkling with pleasure that snaps the tension balled in my core. I moan around Smith’s cock, and he pulls back, spurting all over my tongue, letting me taste him exactly the way I need to.

When I swallow, he sweetly wipes the tears from my face and makes sure every drop of his rich flavor makes it into my mouth.

“Good girl, taking all your alphas’ cum. You did so well,” he soothes, making quick work of our hockey-stick spreader bar. It drops to the carpet, and Damon groans, flexing his back and hips as much as he can with our bodies locked together.

It takes some crafty maneuvering from all three of them, but I wind up straddling Damon’s lap, propped against Smith’s headboard, with all of my alphas touching me. D works his fingers through my hair, while Smith smooths his palm over my back. Cassian has my hand pressed into his face, where he turns to nuzzle it every few minutes.

All three of their purrs meld into the best sound I’ve ever heard. It leaves me blissful and boneless.

Some time later, I bolt upright. The guys instantly snap to as I scramble off Damon’s rapidly deflating knot and run for the doors.

“Sorry! I left a pie in the oven!”

chapter

fifty-nine

*Remi’s Bag of Dicks*

*Cassian changed the name of this chat to REMI’S BAG OF DICKS*

Smith

Explain yourself.

Damon

Is this really you Cass?

What’s the secret password?

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