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I keep slowly circling her clit.

Soon, the guard walks up the hill toward the fortress for shift change, and I deem the 'movie' over. The room is filled with her heavy breathing and the wet noises from her punished clit. I pull my hand away, and she sobs in either relief or disappointment, or both.

My knot finally wanes, and I lift her off me with a grunt. A rush of our shared fluids spills over my thighs, a plume of scent so strong it slaps me in the face. My cock gives a weak jolt, as if tempted to stiffen again. However, I'm tired. It's my turn to sleep.

I carefully shift Halley into Shade's waiting arms, and he makes all the appropriate fussing sounds, telling her that she was "so good for Alpha Viper" as he gets her situated on her back. He parts her legs, pulls them back to her chest, and gestures to Blaze.

Blaze doesn't need to be told twice. He's on top of her in a flash, slamming his erect cock straight into her abused hole, and pumping furiously with abandon.

Halley screams and comes instantly, tears leaking from her eyes as her edging finally ends.

I smirk in satisfaction.

Knox grunts, raising a brow at me. "You have fun then?"

I just shrug and settle down in the soft nest, listening to the wet slapping sounds of Halley getting railed through orgasm after orgasm. They're back to back, like she's making up for every single one I denied her. The noise should keep me awake, but if anything, it helps me drift off to sleep knowing my Omega is taken care of. Thoroughly.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Halley

Four marks decorate my neck and shoulders, with Blaze’s and Shade’s bites crossed over each other. Raised scars I can feel under each brush of my fingertips.

My heat has broken, and if it weren’t for my enhanced healing, I can only imagine what my body would feel like right now. Six months ago, this much sex probably would have landed me on an I.V. with a physiotherapy plan and a very sympathetic nurse. I refuse to think too closely about the state of my pussy.

At the time, I didn’t understand why I was developing new abilities. Enhanced healing felt random, another strange part of me I hadn’t asked for and couldn’t explain.

Now it makes perfect sense.

How else is one Omega supposed to survive a heat with four mates?

I roll onto my belly and snuggle deeper into the fresh bedding. Shade has been diligent about keeping the nest clean, which can’t have been easy considering the amount of slick, sweat, and come we spilled into it.

I swear, I had no idea my body could produce that much slick. I also had no idea an Alpha in rut could come that much. Even with most of my heat blurred around the edges, I remember the deep, delicious ache of being filled again and again, each knot locking all that hot come inside me with nowhere else for it to go.

Rut-damn, it was a lot of spunk.

I lick my chapped lips at the memory, then sag with relief when it doesn’t spark another wave of heat.

I’m done. My body is loose, heavy, and thoroughly used, with no interest in starting all over again.

I keep my eyes closed and let myself rest, listening to the Pack move around our little cabin.

Our Pack den.

They’re talking among themselves, their voices low and familiar as they shift through the room, but I don’t have the energy to follow individual words. I only want the sound of them near me. Knox’s rough command, Viper’s quieter replies, Blaze’s restless muttering, Shade’s steady voice weaving through all of it.

They’re here.

My mates.

I run my fingers over the marks on my neck again, tracing each raised scar with slow, careful touches. They’re proof written into my skin that I belong to them and they belong to me. It's evidence that I'm cherished, claimed, and theirs for good.

Even if the world ends, which seems horribly likely, I’ll still have this.

I should feel nothing except joy.

Part of me does.