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He grabs his cock to direct pearly liquid spurting over her scarred bond bite and sensitive throat.

He marks her with the sticky liquid like a necklace where all three of us are desperate to sink our fangs.

Luca’s shoulders shake before he collapses over Paige.

He rests his hand on her collarbone. He pets her, as if he doesn’t know that he’s doing it.

I am amazed that she is still purring.

“Luca wins the reward.” I grab Angel by the scruff of his neck, forcing him down even more firmly on Paige’s clit. “Just because you lost, don’t be lazy, honey. Work harder to bring our Omega pleasure, or I’ll punish you.”

I won’t.

But I know what turns him on.

Angel wraps his arms around Paige and works his tongue faster in circles around her clit, while he sucks.

Suddenly, her body stiffens, before she screams.

I release my hold on Angel, petting the back of his hair, as he gently kisses Paige’s sensitive clit through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

I am taken off guard, however, by Paige’s quiet distress. “L-l-lost.”

Angel stands up. “It was only a game, beautiful.”

Luca reaches down to readjust the swing and support her head. “No one lost. Someone just came first and second. We will both knot you.”

Angel leans down to kiss her. “I’m not last, if that’s what you’re worrying about, my beautiful Omega. I’m yours. We all are. Okay, now? Would you like some water?”

Paige nods.

To my shock, Angel looks panicked, when he glances over his shoulder at me. “She’s hot.”

Panic sheets through me. “How hot?”

“Too damn hot.” Angel rests the back of his hand against Paige’s forehead.

For the first time, I wish that I wasn’t tied to her by my knot.

I feel useless.

Powerless.

I’m not used to feeling like this.

I trust Angel to know what the best medical approach is, however, because he’s a damn good paramedic.

I catch Paige’s gaze with mine. “Don’t worry, darlin’. We’re going to take care of you.”

Angel drops his hand to her neck. He places the tips of his index and middle fingers to the hollow groove beside her windpipe, gently pressing.

His brow furrows, while he counts.

I stiffen. My mind races.

Luca strides to the wardrobe. He pulls it open, rifling through the neat piles of towels, Gatorade, and snacks that I ordered to be left there, along with the more fun kinky toys. Then he pulls out the medical kit in triumph and rushes back to stand nervously shifting from foot to foot.

I know that he’s an Alpha of action as much as I am. He hates to feel that he can’t help.