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He laid his thick member on my tongue, and I got my first taste of his essence. Notes of spiciness, salty goodness, and sweet nectar warred on my taste buds. I quickly drew him further inside my mouth, closing my lips around the heavy girth and daring to wonder how my Alphas would compare. Releasing the twins, I traced Vance’s arm, blindly following a path from shoulder on down.

I bumped over the cut abs, teased the curls above his cock, then wrapped my fingers around the hard length, loving the feel of the hot, satin skin on my palm. Vance must have loved me touching him as well, with the way he rumbled happily, rocking his fat dick into the tight circle I’d formed.

“No fair,” Auggie whined, running his fingertips through my hair, dragging his nails across my scalp. Pleasure torched me. Fuck… “Oh, yeah, baby. I got you.” I could picture Auggie’s broad grin and bright eyes as he’d spoken, having found an erogenous zone I didn’t even know I had until he’d done it. He alternated scratching my head, tugging on my hair, and carding his fingers through the thick strands. Damn, I hoped I could get him to do it again on a night we were on the couch, them sitting, me sprawled across their laps; four sets of hands rubbing every square inch of my body into a sated, sleepy pile of goo.

When Jules withdrew, I turned to Auggie with an open mouth, greedily sucking on his hard length to return the favor. He pulsed carefully between my lips, holding me still as he used my mouth and tongue for his enjoyment. God, yes. I wanted them to use me, needed them to quench this crazy heat with their cum and knots.

More, more, more. I hummed around Auggie’s cock, jerking Vance’s shaft in tandem. Someone—Jason, I realized—lifted my unoccupied hand and laid his dick on my palm, closed his hand around mine, urging me to tighten my grip as he beat off. A cool stream of air blew across my cock before lips pressed along its length, and my cockhead was enveloped in the wet warmth of Jules’ mouth.

Mewling as cascades of bliss spiraled my euphoria, I danced at the edge of another orgasm. I wanted a cock in my ass, but no amount of moaning and trying to pull away worked to get my message across. I had no choice when Jules worked two fingers into my slick channel, found my prostate, and rubbed across it. My pleasure soared, and my orgasm roared through me, propelling me past the point of no return. Moaning around Auggie’s thick member, I came. I would have shot into Jule’s mouth, but he’d pulled off to mouth at my balls, leaving me to pump cum into the air, fly across my stomach, and dribble down the side of my cock.

All I saw was the top of Vance’s head as he bent to the task of cleanup. Aftershocks shuddered through me, loosening my grip on their rigid dicks. When Jason scooted backward, my arm and hand fell weakly onto the mattress. “Where are you going?” I asked—well… slurred was more accurate—lifting my head and pawing the air where he’d been kneeling. “Come back.” After two intense orgasms, I needed snuggles.

The twins snickered, the sound weirdly like an echo as it came from both above and below me. Collapsed in a languid sprawl, Jules took Jason’s spot, while Vance lay beside me. Auggie continued to kneel at my head, dragging his fingers through my sweat-dampened hair as he leaned against the headboard. Resting my hands on my chest, I rolled my eyes to see him, the first thing I noticed was his rampant erection lying on his thigh.

I wanted to touch, but Vance and Jules had my elbows pinned to my sides, their hands covering mine where they pressed over my heart. The silly organ was finally slowing down, recovering from its race and the elation of winning. But this was just one-fifth of the course. Only I’d come; now it was their turn.

With Jason…

Warm hands spread my legs, and Jason settled on his knees between mine. His head was bowed, his gaze sliding from my flaccid cock up to my flushed chest and neck until finally our eyes met. His intense stare, nae scrutiny, of my body made me feel decidedly self-conscious, but the hunger in his gaze nearly took my breath away. I swallowed around the lump in my throat, my Adam’s apple bobbing and drawing his attention.

With deliberate slowness, he reached for my neck, skimming the backs of his fingers along the sensitive skin of my vulnerable throat. I tilted my chin up, a sign of ultimate trust, and Jason sucked in a sharp breath.

“You surprise me, Omega. I knew you were smart; I knew I could trust you to keep us safe, but this… You have no reason to believe that we’ll do the same.”

I slipped my hand out from under Vance’s and gripped Jason’s wrist. I stared into his eyes, hoping he would see my sincerity. “But I do. When you’re out there, risking your life, the fact that you trust me, a faceless voice on the other end of a digital transmission, means the fucking world to me. You let me see you both in the field and at home when we’re gaming, but you’re forgetting one thing…”

I coasted my hand up his arm and curled my fingers around the back of his neck. “You say you trust me even though I told you I’ve been spying on you all for years. I’m not sure I believe you, but I want to.”

Low growls rumbled from my pack. “Believe it,” Vance said, turning my chin so I had no choice but to look at him. “You obviously don’t listen in 24/7 because we’ve had quite a few conversations about our reliance on your data and our certainty that you’d keep us safe. Our last mission proved that… again.”

“Exactly,” the twins chorused, glancing between the Alphas and me.

“What Vance said is true,” Jason confirmed, drawing my gaze back to him. “Six A.M. wake-ups to hit the gym mean it was like three in the morning here, so I doubt you were awake.”

Well, that was fact. I never felt the need to be awake while they were simply working out. I usually woke up about the time they were heading home from whatever fitness regimen or forced training they’d inflicted upon themselves that day. Rolling out of bed at nine was simply more reasonable, right? Biting my lip, I had to wonder just how much I’d missed by not living their hours.

Jason booping my nose pulled me back from the rabbit hole my brain had started down. “Stop that because it only proves I was right. That we were right. You have our best interests at heart.”

“Of course,” I exclaimed. I loved my team, my pack. It hadn’t bothered me that we’d never met face-to-face before now. These four men were the gold standard, and I was just the cherry on top. The silver lining? Whatever. “You’re mine.”

Jason’s growing smile lit a new fire under my skin. “I am, or at least I will be.” He skimmed his fingertips from my belly to my knees, dragging them up my inner thighs in a light caress to thread through the trimmed hair around my thickening cock.

I looked down, following the motion of his fingers, and glanced at his erection, full and rigid as it hung from its nest of dark curls. Once I’d decided to be proactive and form my own pack, I’d stopped sleeping around, so it had been a good long while since I’d had a nice fat cock in my ass. My mouth watered in anticipation, and when my gut tightened, a pulse of slick leaked from my channel.

Jason swirled his fingers through the fluid, circling my hole and pressing inside with a single digit. His forefinger was mildly filling, but when he entered me with two, I clenched around them with a decadent moan. Three of his fingers were larger than my favorite dildo, but were still not quite as thick around as his cock.

Flushed with arousal, my body burned like a furnace in need of venting. Weird how I knew that plugging me up would finally cool me down. “Fuck me, Alpha,” I cried, staring at him. “Make me yours.”

Jason’s gaze dragged up my body from where he’d been preoccupied with my groin, watching his own fingers pumping into my hole. There was a feral gleam in his eyes, and a slow, sly grin formed on his face as he withdrew and knelt tall, staring down at me. With the speed of his inner wolf, he snapped forward, sliding his hands and arms under my knees and jerking me forward onto his thighs, curling me nearly in half. Vance and Jules grabbed my legs, holding me in position, while Jason pushed on his cock, directing it to touch the furled entrance, pressing past, opening me wider and wider to accommodate his girth.

We both groaned, filling the air with the sound of our mutual pleasure. God, he felt amazing as he steadily penetrated me until I thought he couldn’t go any further. Then Jason pulled back, leaned over me, and drove inside, deeper than before.

“Fuck!” I cried.

“Yes,” he replied, heavy on the sarcasm and the languid smirk.

I huffed with righteous indignation, but still wrapped my hands around his neck and hauled him closer so I could lift my head and kiss him. “Don’t make me hate you,” I teased breathily when we parted.