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Dair grunts. “Am I going to have to work to get my dick in you, baby?” Fuck, I’m not going to survive being between these alphas when they have such filthy mouths. The mental image of Dair fitting his cock into my pussy alone is so hot I squirt slick all over him. “Oh yeah,” he croons. “You like that.”

He removes his fingers and swings me up and over his shoulder. I yelp a little, earning me a swift swat on the ass, and then his fingers are back inside of me, plugging me, as he uses my pussy to hold me to him.

He walks the short distance to the tent, Ferris meeting us there to unzip the flap. Dair pushes inside with me still dangling from his broad shoulder, then he lays me down on the blanket pile. I expect him to remove my boots and pants, but instead, he crawls up my body until his powerful thighs are planted on either side of my own.

Ferris climbs in behind Dair, and I hear him zip the tent back up before he shuffles over to his bag and grabs out his handgun. Armed, he sits, watching as Dair spreads my legs as far as they can go while still restricted in the legs of my pants. Then, he finds a smaller blanket and methodically rolls it into a thick, soft tube.

“Lift your hips, omega,” he tells me, and I press my hips away from the bedding as much as I can so that Dair can fit the blanket underneath my ass.

He stares at me with the same intensity he has since the moment we met. “Are you sure you want this? That you want me? This could just be the adrenaline talking.”

“Dair,” I say. “I’ve been desperate for you since I made you cum in your pants,” I rasp. “Please, I need you to fill me.”

He groans and pushes his hips forward to rest his massive, thick dick between my legs. Alphas are known for having larger-than-average penises to account for the space needed for their knots—logically, I know this. Yet, feeling the sheer weight of Dair’s cock makes a small bubble of worry rise in my stomach. He also has a different kind of knot than Ferris; two bulbous protrusions on the underside of his shaft, as opposed to the fleshy ring I’m used to. Like a canid. I will never admit how much it turns me on that his wolf is represented on his dick.

“We’ll go slow,” he assures me. “There’s no rush to the finish, yeah? Making it fit is half the fun.” He scoots further up my thighs so that the broad tip of his dick nudges at my sopping entrance. His scent is so thick and lush that I feel melty. He bends down and takes my mouth in a possessive kiss before sneaking a quick lick across my bite.

“Gonna make you come like this, with your legs barely open,” he growls.

I whine, shifting my hips back and forth as much as possible to try and sink his cock into me. I love the way the thick head rubs over my clit, but it just isn’t enough. My omega is feeling needy and insecure that Dair hasn’t given us his cum, even though he shows us every day how much he wants us. I’m learning that there is very little that’s logical when it comes to my baser instincts.

Thankfully, Dair reads my cues like a good alpha and spreads my pussy lips with one hand to press his thickness into my greedy slit until the flare of the head is just inside. I groan, already so blissed out from how massive he feels.

“More,” I gasp. “Don’t stop!”

“The moon herself could not pull me from your perfect body,” Dair grumbles over extended canines, then pushes in further to make room for himself inside of me. “I want to give you everything you want, Raine. Everything.”

I know with certainty that I could have gotten pleasure from anyone I chose prior to Ferris and Dair, but I also know that it wouldn’t have come close to the kind of soul-melding closeness I feel when they touch me. With Ferris, I had assumed that the transcending connection I felt was because we are scent-matches, something I intrinsically knew the day that I emerged. Ferris and I have always been two sides of the same coin; both suppressing our designations, both hanging on to the idea of safety, neither brave enough to reach for happiness. We’re survivors who never felt safe enough to move on from survival mode.

Dair has felt essential to me since I first saw him. The way he looked at me like he recognized that something inside of me belonged with him, and wasn’t afraid to want that connection, woke my omega up. She immediately knew that he would take care of us in the way we’ve always craved. He didn’t back down from Ferris, either. He’s spent every day showing him that being a pack isn’t pain; it’s freedom to know that when someone else makes a decision for you, it’s safe to submit.

Now that I have them both, I realize that the way I feel about them is far larger than scent-matches. Every day we spend together cements in my soul that we are all made from the same stardust. Like Ferris said, inevitable.

As Dair slowly pushes himself to the hilt, I feel that stardust igniting inside of me, lighting me up and arcing from my heart to his. I wish I had a name for this connection so that I could finally claim it.

“Raine,” he groans, holding his hips tight against mine. The pressure of his cock stretching me while my legs are hobbled feels incredible. It almost feels like the perfect tightness of a knot sealing into place. I writhe under him, fingernails digging into his deliciously massive shoulders.

“I can’t wait to get you home,” he growls as he rolls his hips back, then pushes them forward in short, hard thrusts. “All I think about is making you come all over my den, then watching you sleep naked against the furs my wolf has been collecting for his mate.”

“Fuck,” a dark voice snarls from beside us, distracting me from what Dair said. I roll my head toward Ferris, who is watching everything with liquid amber eyes. In the dim light of the tent, I can see that his dick is hard, straining against the fly of his cargo pants, but he sits still and vigilant. I want him to take it out and show me. I want him to crawl on hands and knees and beg for us to let him jerk it until he comes all over our skin. My perfume explodes inside the tent, mixing with all of the dizzying alpha pheromones.

I feel light and floaty, like I’m in a blissed-out dream as Dair leans forward, hands clenched in the blankets above my head, and begins to pound into me in earnest. The slap of his thighs on my hips makes my tits bounce and drag across the soft hair on his torso. He’s so fucking big like this—his dick and his body—and it makes me feel precious and safe. Like an omega should.

“So close,” I whine, tilting my hips down on the rolled blanket so that his cock drags harder against the upper wall of my pussy. I feel my body clenching, my inner muscles gripping him even tighter, and then like a bent branch, I snap.

“Dair!” I moan, looking into his glowing eyes as he watches me fall apart. My orgasm sweeps through me in the same rhythmic waves as my clenching pussy, and all I can do is hold onto his muscles and ride it out.

His pace slows again as fur prickles along his arms on either side of my face. He gently rocks his cock inside of me, massaging me, keeping me slippery and relaxed. “My wolf is nearly rabid, baby,” he rasps. “He wants me to knot you, keep you full of our cum. You make him wild; you make me wild.”

He starts to pull out, and my body instinctively grips him harder, trying to keep him inside. “No,” I cry. “Need your cum. Feels like I’ll die without it.” That’s definitely my omega talking, but she knows what she needs, and it’s our alpha’s job to give it to us.

His answering growl is pure animal. He slams his hips back toward mine. “Yeah?” he asks. “You need it that bad, baby?”

“Please,” I beg, desperate.

“Keep your legs tight,” he growls. “Otherwise, I’m going to knot you, and I promise it won’t be going down for days.”

“Gods above,” Ferris whispers, and I hear him fidgeting like he can’t sit still any longer.