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Our pace increased, and it was clear that Summer was chasing one thing—a knot.

Well, who was I to deny her?

My head buzzed as my balls tightened. Truth be told, I had been ready to explode since the second I had gotten into my sweet mate, but I had wanted to take my time. You could never have too much of a good thing.

Her pace picked up, and all of us helped guide her. Head thrown back, she looked fucking glorious.

“Close. Need… knot,” she panted. Her slick was coating my thighs, and I wanted nothing more than to lock her onto me.

“Come for me, princess, come on my knot.” My words were half command, half pleading. I was close myself, my entire body tense, breaking out in sweat, desperate to reach that ledge.

The moment my release hit me, I clutched on to Summer’s hip, thrusting her down on my cock one final time as my knot rapidly expanded, filling her pussy with cum and locking us together.

She mewled in pleasure, her walls clamping down on me. For a brief moment, it was like our bodies were battling against each other, mine wanting to touch every single inch of her inner walls, and her pussy clamping down on me so hard, trying to squeeze me for everything I had.

“You’re so pretty, coming like a good omega,” Marshall growled in her ear, making her entire body pulse with happiness.

“Good knot,” she whispered, nodding happily before resting her forehead on my shoulder, basking in the sensation of me filling her. Her face was a beautiful pink color, her hair a tangled mess of waves. Perfectly rumpled and freshly fucked.

It was hard to believe she was ours.

“Best knot,” I agreed, trying to catch my breath.

I was fairly sure Summer had just drained me dry—and fuck it, I already wanted a round two.

It took almost thirty minutes for my knot to even start going down.

My sweet, naked mate was on top of me, wiggling her hips every few minutes, humming happily. The shift in her personality would almost be amusing, if she hadn't been in so much pain before being knotted.

The bedroom was soaked in her scent. Sweet tea coated every surface, along with all of our various alpha scents. It was a bizarre amalgamation of odors, but to me, it was the best fucking thing ever, and I was pretty sure my pack mates agreed.

As my cock slowly slipped free, she pouted at me.

“My turn,” Tobias said, tugging our mate toward him.

Summer didn’t complain; in fact, her eyes lit up at the prospect. She tugged herself out of Tobias’s grip and turned, presenting her ass to him, looking over her shoulder with a smile.

“Fuck me, that’s a pretty sight,” Tobias mused, hands going to her hips.

I couldn’t see exactly what was happening from my position, but it was obvious when he pressed his cock into her because Summer went from pinched faced and stressed to blissed out and gleefully happy once she had a cock inside her.

Tobias watched his cock disappear into Summer’s slick folds with an almost worshiping look. Having felt her wrapped around me just moments before, I knew exactly how amazing he was feeling in the moment and how addled his brain was becoming. There were only so many thoughts you could think when you had Summer wrapped around your cock.

Summer wasn’t content with just that, though. Her eyes raked hungrily over us before landing on Marshall. All of us were undressed, so she honed in on his extremely hard cock.

Without a word, she reached out, grasping at his length. When he didn’t pull away or object, she beamed up at him, slowly lowering her lips to kiss the tip.

“You’re playing with fire, omega,” he growled.

“Hot,” she whined, beaming up at him, her eyes glassy, her body rocking with every thrust from Tobias.

Summer wasn’t entirely there. Heats tended to make omegas a little loopy—that was why discussing things beforehand was so damn important.

Her lips wrapped around Marshall, his hand coming to rest at the nape of her neck, controlling her movements.

Well, attempting to control them.

Summer wanted what she wanted.