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I want my soul to belong to her.

“Sweetheart,” I choke out, pulling out of her mouth to cradle her face. “Was I too rough with you? What do you need?”

“You could never hurt me,” she whispers, catching her breath. “I trust you,Alpha.”

Donovan, still kneeling on the other side of her, strokes her messy hair. “Rough or gentle?” he asks her lowly. Hunter growls in between her legs, and she hisses in pleasure.

“Rough,” she chokes out.

“And how do you want us?” Donovan demands harshly. “Just like this, or one at a time?”

“One at a time,” she whispers.

After that, we stop asking questions.

23

APRIL

They’re everywhere.

All I can scent isAlpha, and my inner Omega screams for more.

I won’t be complete without their mating bites.

Rational April knows that’s insane. The April from a year ago would balk at my desire.

But I don’t care.

This ismypack.

And I…

I love them.

One minute, I’m choking on Liam’s cock with Hunter’s tongue in between my legs, and the next minute Donovan is wiping my face with a cool cloth, cleaning me up.

The other two have left the room.

I still haven’t been knotted, and I whimper with need.

“Patience,” he says softly. “Let us do this for you.”

“I asked for rough,” I grit out, and he chuckles.

“And believe me, you’re going to get it rough,Omega.But I’ll be damned if we don’t worship you in between.”

I try to sit up but am assaulted by a cramp along with a rush of slick that spills out of me and onto the blankets.

Donovan’s pants are back on but still unbuttoned, and he sits above me, watching the slick pool out of me. “Perfection,” he growls, and I whimper, clawing at his arm, until he leans down and kisses me roughly. His tongue thrusts in and out of my mouth and I lift my hips, thrusting my soaked core against his erection.

There’s a wild, hungry look in Donovan’s eyes, one I’ve never seen before. He kicks off his pants, climbs on top of me, and slowly pushes into me, his gaze burning into mine.

The sensation is too much, but just right. I close my eyes, moaning at the stretch, until he grips my face with his hand, squeezing my cheeks tightly.

“Eyes open,” he commands. “Look at me when I claim you.”

I’m helpless to resist him.