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He was the one who begged to volunteer at the clinic because he needed an Omega.

Rhett rutted me first in the last heat. Angel was last.

Angel told me that he didn’t take it that way, but part of me senses that he reckons he has a less secure place in this pack than Rhett and Luca, who have been together for years.

For once, I want to show him that someone will put him first.

I break my kiss with Luca.

“A-A-A…” I stutter.

“Alpha?” Luca kisses down my neck. “I’m here.”

Angel licks up my pussy, before sucking on my clit. I hump against his mouth.

“Angel,” I scream.

Rhett chuckles. “Your tongue is doing a good job of pleasing our Omega.”

I growl.

Luca glances up at me through his hair in surprise. “She didn’t mean that.”

Immediately, Angel stops tonguing me. “Did I do something wrong, beautiful? What do you need?”

“You, Halo.” My chest is rising and falling rapidly. I am slicked with sweat. “Your knot.”

I widen my thighs in invitation because it is too hard to form further words.

“Handsome?” Angel sounds uncertain. “Is it okay if I rut and bond her first?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Rhett replies. “She’s in charge, remember? We’re going to bond, which makes me the happiest damn Alpha in the world. Dominant as I am, I ain’t your boss. This pack ain’t your gang. We all have a say.”

“I love you.” Angel’s voice is quiet and sincere. “I don’t say it enough. Thank you.”

“Shut up and go rut our Omega, fool,” Rhett says, gruffly.

But he’s smiling.

He grabs Angel by the hair and throws him over me.

“Hey, beautiful, fancy seeing you here.” Angel kisses me, rocking his hard cock between my open legs.

He teases into me in small movements.

I push myself up to suck on his lower lip. His eyelashes flutter.

Luca lies on the nest next to me, watching intently.

Rhett sits behind Angel, straddling my thighs.

He threads his hand in Angel’s hair. “Get on with it. Knot our Omega. You want to be first…? You’d better make her come.”

Angel groans, as he finally thrusts into me, deep and perfect.

I grip onto his shoulders, clawing at them.

Heat races down my spine.