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Elliott nibbles his bottom lip, cheeks flushing crimson. “You said if I were your mate, it might help me feel better.”

“I did,” Tyler says. “But joining our pack will take a lot of the edge off. Or maybe my hypothesis is wrong, and it won’t help at all.”

“Do you think you’re wrong?” Elliott asks.

Tyler shakes his head. “There’s no rush to decide. We’ll help you through this heat and whatever comes after.”

“But my heats could be less frequent if we mate?”

“Case studies seem to indicate so,” Tyler says evenly.

“Is this some sort of reverse psychology?” Elliott asks me.

“Tyler would never manipulate you into agreeing.”

“I’m happy to beg, though.” Tyler kisses Elliott’s neck again, gently rutting his cock against his hip. It’s so sexy seeing my best friend so turned on by our omega.

Elliott shakes his head. “I don’t want to join your pack.”

My heart sinks. “Of course. We under⁠—”

“No. I mean, I want to be your omega,” he says.

“What?” I sit up.

Elliott laughs shyly. “You heard me.”

Tyler is still. So still. But I feel his wary excitement through our bond.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“This is a huge decision,” Tyler says. “Breaking our bond will take a lot out of you if you change your mind.”

It would break our hearts too.

“I know. Trust me, I wouldn’t do that to you. I see the way you love each other, and I want that love with you too. Plus, you feed me expensive produce.” He pops a grape into his mouth.

“Really?” I ask.

“Stop trying to talk him out of it,” Tyler teases.

Elliott nods. “I want you to be my alphas.”

“Last chance, omega,” I say.

He lifts his chin. “Do it.”

Tyler and I trade glances. I climb onto Elliott’s lap and bow my head at the same time as Tyler cranes closer, and together, with little fanfare or foreplay, Tyler and I claim our mate.

23 ELLIOTT

Pain sears into both sides of my neck as my two alphas bite me, but it immediately gives way to bliss as orgasmic pleasure radiates out from their lips. Then, my thoughts become crowded. I can’t really make out what my alphas are saying, but I sense them there with me.

“Do you feel that, omega?” Alden asks, slowly rolling his hips so our cocks connect.

I gasp, and nod.

“That’s my pleasure blending with yours.” Alden grinds against me again, and I feel the difference. My sensation isn’t just doubled. It’s squared. Alden hooks his hand around the back of my neck and reaches for Tyler’s cock.