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I chuckle, squeezing Raine’s ass. “She’s perfect.”

Ferris’s eyes rise to mine again. “She is.” He takes a deep breath, and I notice how worn out he looks. “This is the most lucid you’ve been in about thirty-six hours. Do you think your rut is over?”

I take stock of my body and hormones. “Yeah, the moon is probably waning enough by now.”

“So what about Raine? Why is she still so . . . feral?”

“I think she actually went into heat,” I say, scared but in awe.

He rubs a hand across the healed bite I left on his arm. “Fuck.” I can see his conflicted emotions all the way from where I lie with Raine. “How long will it last?” he asks.

“Now that I’m out of rut, and you seem to be settled, probably not much longer.”

His stomach growls aggressively and he laughs. “I hope you’re right.”

[ 52 ]

RAINE

1 Day East of the Foothill Territory

“Be safe,” I murmur, using my sore muscles to rise on tiptoes to kiss Dair.

“I will, baby.” He cradles my face while he kisses me long and hard. Behind him, the camper door is open, Ferris waiting for him outside. “See you in just a few hours, okay?”

“Alright,” I try to smile, but it’s sad. His rut ended this morning, and my heat finally began to subside a few hours ago, right as the sun reached its zenith. Dair is going on a short hunting trip to try to catch some meat to help us replenish after surviving the Wastes, only to spend a day and a half fucking each other.

Ferris grips Dair’s shoulder, and I watch from the door as Dair leans in close and whispers something into my mate’s ear before kissing him lightly at the corner of his mouth. Ferris growls playfully, and then Dair melts into his wolf and bounds into the sparse forest surrounding us.

Ferris walks over to me. “Omega, you need to rest.” He’s right, of course. My body is absolutely aching and my feet are still trying to heal.

“Alright,” I breathe, “but first, water.” At the small dining table, I pick up one of the jars of water still left and down half of it. I didn’t know an omega could lose so much fluid from making slick during heat, and I bet my alphas are in a similar situation from the plethora of cum they gave me.

Ferris snuggles me from behind, rubbing his cheeks all over my hair and neck, as if I could possibly smell more like him. “Wanna nap?” he asks, voice husky from hours of moaning.

“Nap, or something else?” I giggle as he nips at his bite on my neck.

“Nap, I promise,” he teases, pushing his dick into my ass.

“How are you still hard?” I ask in disbelief.

“I can smell that you still need me, omega, therefore, I am hard.”

Dair and Ferris have escaped rut, and my heat is cooling significantly, but one more orgasm does sound pretty nice. Judging from the waves of arousal pulsing from our bond, I’d say Ferris agrees.

When I wake, the bedroom is much darker than when we first came in. The blinds are still down, but the sun has definitely sunk further. Ferris’s hard body holds me close to his chest, and I take advantage of my position to rub the chilled tip of my nose through the hair there. I wiggle a little, pleased to feel his knot still wedged deep inside of me.

“You’ve trained my knot,” Ferris says sleepily. “Before your heat, my knot was content to deflate in a handful of minutes. Now, it feels like I could stay knotted in you for a whole day.”

Good alpha, my omega purrs. I smile, ready to respond, when it hits me.

The stench.

“Ferris,” I breathe, suddenly terrified. “Do you smell that?”

He stiffens, gripping me tighter. I hear his deep inhale followed by a low, menacing growl. The pressure in my pussy decreases until his cock can slip from my body, and then he’s up, slowly pulling the curtains back just enough to look out.

I already know what he’s going to say. I can smell them in the air, muddying my perfect nest with their rotting flesh. “How many?” I ask.