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“Stop making me sappy,” I whined as I forced myself to focus on grabbing a few more slices of bacon.

“What are you doing?” Boone asked as he brought in the last of the groceries.

“Making her cry,” Jack laughed and Boone snapped his attention to my face, looking relieved when I was smiling back.

“In the best way,” I promised. “This heat has me all emotional. You guys are just really amazing, I feel like I don’t deserve all this.”

“You do, and more,” Boone said without hesitation. “We’d give you the world if you let us, baby girl.”

I cursed again as a tear leaked out. “Sit down and eat before I sob all over the food.”

They laughed at that, all three of them getting everything put away. It was always amazing to me how easily they worked together. Soon they were at the table, staring at me in awe as I piled up thirds on my plate and dug right back in. I didn’t feel miserably full, in fact I had that hollowness that followed heat already forming.

Jack had a good idea about going upstairs, this wasn’t far off. I couldn’t believe I didn’t feel it coming on more last night. I’d never had them hit so fast. It was usually a slow build up, not a sudden change. Thank god it held off for the morning so we could prepare.

An hour later I was snuggled in Hunter’s lap while Boone rubbed my feet and Jack got a movie playing for us. It was comfortable, warm, and everything I could ever want.

I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.

Chapter25

Autumn

Iknew the moment my heat hit, the pressure between my thighs turning into a demanding, incessant need I could no longer ignore.

If someone didn’t get inside me soon I was pretty sure I was going to die. A whine left my lips, the keening need escaping me as the ache grew stronger.

A growl answered my call, my body suddenly being pushed into the plush mattress.

Wild ocean filled my senses and without even opening my eyes I knew it was Hunter.

He tore my clothes off, the cool air on my sweat slicked skin, a quick flash of comfort before he was on me, his large hands spreading my thighs widely.

“Fuck, is he going into a rut?” Jack asked, his words not making sense as I nudged my hips up, riding the mouth that was currently devouring me.

Hunter’s tongue struck hard and deep, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted him deep inside me. I wanted his cock, wanted his knot. I wanted him so far inside me I’d feel him for days.

“Hunt,” I begged, opening my eyes and trying to get his attention.

“Mine,” he growled into my sex before quickly rising to his knees and pulling me flush against him.

With one vicious thrust he sank inside me to the hilt, my breath leaving me for a moment as he filled me.

“Yours,” I agreed, licking my lips as he canted his hips back. “More.”

Hunter gave it to me then, a scream leaving my lips as he rutted into me. He seemed bigger than I remembered and I couldn’t think about anything else in the moment other than what his cock felt like inside me. Branding me. Owning me.

A hand collared my jaw, turning my attention towards Boone, the look in his eyes molten fire.

When words escaped me I tried to let him see that I was fucking fantastic.

From the purr of satisfaction that rumbled from his chest, I must have gotten my point across.

A sharp pinch to my clit had my attention turning back towards Hunter as Boone released me.

“Hands and knees, sweetheart,” he said, his voice just as thick and as deep as his cock currently was.

He flipped me over easily, my body immediately lowering to the bed as I presented myself to him, my ass high in the air as my face pressed into the sheets that already smelled like us, our pack.


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