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Lawrence kisses my shoulder, his chest bumping against my back. "You feel amazing."

They establish a grueling, perfect rhythm. Finn lifts my hips, pulling me down onto his thick shaft. Lawrence moves into me from behind, keeping his pace steady and synchronized with Finn. The dual movement hits every nerve ending. The heat and friction melt my brain. My nails dig into Finn's shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks in his skin.

I breathe out, my voice breaking. "Yes."

The pressure becomes too much. The swollen knots constantly nudging against my openings drive me over the edge. I hit the peak of my climax.

Lawrence pushes his cock all the way inside, his knot sliding past my back ring to lock him deep within me. Finn lets out a long, shuddering breath, thrusting his hips up to push his own swollen knot past my vaginal opening.

The double knotting sends me into a tailspin. The massive stretch brings zero pain, only absolute, blinding euphoria. A scream of release rips out of my throat. "Finn! Lawrence!" Mybody shakes. I ride the intense, rolling waves of the orgasm, my inner muscles clamping down around both of their knots.

Lawrence groans, his hips stuttering against my backside. "Fuck, Olive. You feel incredible." He pumps his hot seed inside me.

Finn throws his head back, a harsh shout tearing from his throat. "Yes, sweet Omega!" Finn grunts, his jaw clenching as he floods my front passage.

They hold me tight as the aftershocks roll through my limbs. They shower my flushed skin with kisses.

Finn presses a lingering kiss to my damp forehead. "You did so damn good for us, Olive. You took those knots perfectly."

Lawrence rests his chin on my shoulder, his breathing ragged. "You are incredible. Best first time I've ever seen."

I lie trapped between their massive bodies, safe, satisfied, and finally free from the agonizing empty feeling. For the first time in days I feel at peace in my body.

Chapter 14

Ipour a steaming mug of black coffee in the quiet kitchen. Afternoon sunlight streams through the large windows, catching the dust floating over the marble island.

The mansion smells like a bakery.

The distinct aroma of warm apple pie and crushed cinnamon blankets every room. The scent drifted through the ventilation system over the last hour, carrying the unmistakable proof of our Omega. Beneath the sweetness, the crisp ozone of Finn’s scent and the spicy bite of Lawrence’s black pepper weave together into a dark, satisfied musk.

I take a sip of the bitter coffee.

The door to the basement gym swings open. Victor marches into the kitchen. He wears dark sweatpants and a tight athletic shirt; his blond hair sticks to his forehead. He looks like he spent the entire morning attacking a punching bag.

He paces the length of the hardwood floor. His icy eyes burn with exhausted rage. The juniper of his scent turns sour with jealousy and regret. He spent the last hour listening to his packmates knot our omega while he remained banished to the other side of the house. He ruined his own chances, and the isolation eats him alive.

Footsteps shuffle down the main staircase.

Finn and Lawrence walk into the kitchen. They look like they survived a war and won the lottery.

Finn wears gray sweatpants low on his hips. Dark scratches mark his broad chest and his shoulders. A relaxed, dopey grin stretches across his face. Lawrence trails behind him, wearing a white t-shirt and athletic shorts. He runs a hand through his dark curls, his brown eyes shining with euphoric peace.

They both reek of her slick.

Victor stops pacing. He glares at them, his jaw clenching with enough force to crack his teeth.

"Hey." Finn grabs a clean mug from the rack. "She fell asleep a few minutes ago. We gave her both knots, but we haven't satisfied her. Her body still burns. The fever dropped enough for her to rest."

"Good." I lean my hip against the counter. "You two look dead on your feet."

"I could sleep for a week." Lawrence stretches his long arms over his head. "Surviving morning skate and dealing with a Heat drains the tank. Coach rode us hard on the ice today."

Victor steps forward. The dark energy rolling off his frame demands a target. "I need to hit something. You two are coming with me."

Finn pauses with his hand on the coffee pot. He looks over his shoulder. "Where are we going?"

"We're going to the suburbs." Victor bares his teeth, a vicious snarl ripping past his lips. "We're going to find that disgusting brother-in-law. We're going to drag him out of his house and break his spine in the driveway for putting his hands on our omega."