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Okay, it makes me hard, but still. My other mates have called me baby, but no one has ever called me baby boy. I think I love it.

Shifting until I’m lips to tip with his cock, I take a deep breath, immersing myself in the scent of sweat mixed with his basil and black suede. Taking him in hand, I trace that thick vein with my tongue, from his base to the swollen mushroom head where a bead of pre-cum waits.

Skye’s sexy noises are the perfect soundtrack for my exploration of Caleb’s cock. He reacts each time, throbbing as I swallow him down. I gag, pushing too far, but instead of pulling back, I relax my throat, letting him slip into my throat.

“Fates damn, Bee. That feels amazing.”

Smiling with a mouth full of cock is difficult, so I hum my appreciation of his praise, rolling his balls between my fingers and tugging lightly. My jaw aches as I bob my head, my lips stretched wide around his length.

I’m in heaven. Surrounded by the people I love most and listening to them fuck like the animals we are.

“I’m close,” Caleb warns, his hands tangling in my hair. He uses the strands to guide me faster, hips pumping up each time he pushes my head down.

Dragging a finger through the spit leaking from my mouth, I trail it down between his cheeks and circle his hole. His thighs tense, and his throat works as he swallows hard, but when I flick my eyes up to meet his, he nods.

Hell. Yes.

I don’t push in, just tease his rim until he comes, shuddering and crying out. Ignoring my instinct to swallow, I hold his release in my mouth, a single drop rolling down my chin as he pops free from my lips.

Winking at him, I shift onto my knees and crawl across the nest, putting a little extra sway in my hips.

Skye smiles sleepily where she is trapped between Sterling and Onyx, their knots locked inside her. “Hey, Bee.”

I lean down and press my lips to hers, coaxing them apart with the tip of my tongue. As they part, I feed her Caleb’s cum, groaning when she jolts, another small orgasm wracking her body.

“Brat,” Sterling teases, hand slapping down on my ass. I lean up and kiss him, giving him a taste.

Caleb chokes behind us, his cheeks burning red. His head shakes, eyes darting away when he sees he has all of our attention. “Are you hungry, bunny? I’m going to grab something for everyone.”

Skye hums, eyes glued to his ass as he stands and stretches. He’s fucking stunning. “Granola bars. There’s not going to be a lot of downtime between waves right now.”

He opens one of the benches by the window to grab them for her. I catch them when he tosses them over on his way out.

“Open up, dandelion.” Skye giggles when I unwrap one and press it to her lips, taking a bite and chewing it slowly.

I take a moment to feel her head, unsurprised to find her fever still burning. Any opportunity for a days-long orgy is cool with me, but I feel bad when she is in pain. And her post heat exhaustion is no fun. She’ll be wiped out for at least three days after.

“Want another?” She shakes her head, eyes already glassy as she shifts against Sterling and Onyx. “Need player three to tag in?”

Onyx hums, palming the back of Skye’s head with reverence. “Want to suck your Beta dry while Sly and I give you more of our cum?”

A half hour later, crashed out in a pile of sweaty bodies, my balls blissfully drained, I send a silent ‘thank you’ up to the Fates for putting me in such a kickass pack.

Chapter Thirty-One

Onyx passes me on his way out of the nest, his head jerking in greeting. Nail marks cover his chest and back from another night easing our mate through her heat.

We’re on day four and she shows no signs of stopping. This is likely another side effect of her bond sickness, but until we meet with a specialist after the holidays, we won’t know for certain.

Long blonde hair fans around Skye in tangles strands. I finger the tie on my wrist but decide to wait until she wakes to pull it up. She needs her rest.

I’m careful as I lay down beside her, my fingers looping with hers. Being connected with her in small ways makes my heart race. I love her so much. More than I ever imagined possible before she crashed into our lives.

Only a half hour passes before she stirs, whimpering softly. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Does your needy pussy need to be filled?”

Her eyes pop open, a flicker of recognition flashing through the jade-green orbs before the haze settles in. She reaches for me, and I let her pull me on top of her small frame, my arms bracketing her head. I still have a pair of sweatpants on, so I catch her hands in one of mine and hold them above her head, stopping her from pushing them down.

Making her orgasms explosive by building her release up helps give her Alphas time to take care of themselves before she has to be knotted again.