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“Bast?”

I heave a sigh, slipping off the bed when I hear the crack in his voice. It looks like he needs company.

He gets like this. Needy. It truly is like owning a puppy. Why on earth he ever decided to seek comfort from me, I will never know, but we seem to understand each other. He understands my need for darkness, and I understand his need for all things sunny.

His father never loved him. The youngest of five alpha brothers, he was always forgotten about. The runt of the litter pretty much.

I open the door, and the sappy idiot watches me with wavering eyes. They’re just as round as a puppy’s, and I don’t bother to ask what his problem is.

I stand aside, and he enters like a dog with his tail between his legs. Once he’s inside, I shut the door, leaning against the wall, and silence merges between us.

Isaac sighs, peering my way. “Thank you for having me. I was just feeling lonely.”

I refrain from rolling my eyes. It would only hurt his delicate feelings.

Honestly, I would never want to hurt Isaac. He’s my pack brother. And my lover when the need arises.

I don’t think we’re in love in the traditional sense. While I do feel a strong connection to him, I know it’s more than just physical attraction. I see a lot of myself in him. We’re both batshit insane. I’m just normally more subdued about it.

“It’s fine, Zack.”

Isaac’s eyes crinkle at the edges when I refer to him by my pet name for him. He calls me Basty, so it only seems fair.

“You called me Zack.”

I shrug. “So?”

Silence settles between us, but there’s no denying the tension. It charges the air, electrifying every particle between us, and before I know it we’re wrapped up in each other, stealing the breath from each other’s lungs.

I won’t deny that I’m addicted to Zack’s sunny, grassy aura. It takes me back to being a kid. Just at the start of spring when the sun comes out after a long, gray winter, and all the grass has been freshly cut.

That’s exactly what Isaac smells like: fresh, sun-baked grass, and it’s addictive as fuck. I just want to feel like an innocent kid again. Back to the days before I knew how cruel people could be.

We tumble onto the bed next. Zack unbuckles his pants, turning around for me, and now I get a view of that firm ass. The fucker has been working out. Forever in that gym.

I hope he’s got enough strength for what’s about to come.

I run my hand up and down my shaft, spreading my pre-cum until I’m fully lubricated. Then I place the engorged head of my cock between his cheeks, then push.

Zack groans out his pleasure as I slide in inch by inch, stretching out the tight ring of muscles of his ass. “Fuck!”

I clamp a hand around his mouth, crushing his jawbone, and his blazing green eyes find me. “Keep it down. The whole house will hear you.”

He gives me a wicked smirk as I let go of his mouth. “Let them hear what you do to me, Basty. I want them to hear when you make me cum. Now hurry up. Take the fucking pain—”

I jackhammer him next, tearing a hole through his ass as I fuck him with wanton abandon, and soon all his pain slips away. The harder I thrust, then the more he relents, moving up and down my cock as I stab him again and again until finally, he squirts.

It’s not like I was going to be sleeping in these bedsheets tonight anyway. My hips stutter next as my eyes slam tight shut, and now I empty my cock inside his ass.

During my high, all I can picture is Dove. I see her lying beneath Isaac as he knots her pussy with his cock, and it would be like I was fucking them both.

Zack and I are rough. We don’t hold back, which makes it easier for a pair of alphas like us. We’re both strong and psychopaths to boot. But Zack’s ass can barely accommodate an alpha’s knot, which is why I have to stretch him just to reach my high.

Omegas are made for our knots after all.

That pretty little omega would make an interesting addition to our duo indeed, but she’s far too small, far too delicate. Like a doll made from china.

I’d be afraid to break her. But as my knot swells, stretching Zack’s tight ass further, all I can see are her eyes. They’re like the ocean, yet far more beautiful, far more vast, and I now envision locking my knot inside her, joining us together.

An alpha could really fall for someone like her.


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