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tingled and flared to life.

There was no taking turns. They both took me together. Deep penetration to the point of perfect fullness. Slow at first, over and over, the bite of arousal rising with every thrust and retreat. Then faster, the slap of flesh meeting, their savage growls, the dark, carnal intentions of Alphas rutting their bred-mate to remind her that she was theirs.

And I was theirs, completely, and for all our earthly life together. I would cherish what we shared, both this dark carnal possession and the lighter loving side.

We came together, the bond entwining us and pulling taunt until the shared climax thundered through us all. Hot cum filled me, leaking around Ethan’s knot and Ryker’s cock. My pussy and ass squeezed over and over, deep, dark, and so utterly ravenous—the more of them I had, the more of them I craved.

“I’m gonna crush her,” Ryker muttered.

I snorted out a giggle as he pitched to the side, rolling me between them, still locked on Ethan’s knot and half sprawled over him with Ryker at my back.

They purred. When my mates purred, everything was right in the world.

But my unfinished communication and decision regarding the program plagued my peaceful mind. I wanted everything. Why couldn’t I have everything? Why must there be any compromise?

“You’re fretting,” Ryker said, the purr interrupted as he nipped at the side of my throat. “Stop fretting, or I’m going to need to take your ass again to distract you, and we both know it gets over sensitive and sore if you’re not in heat.” He sighed heavily and with such ridiculous exaggeration that he stirred a chuckle from Ethan.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time, Lilly,” Ethan said, bringing an instant tightness to my chest and a heavy pressure behind my eyes. We’d been skirting around this topic for days. “It’s okay to be vulnerable, to be a woman and an Omega who is having a child. You’ve been a prisoner. That’s not something I would wish on any man or woman, whatever their dynamic. It leaves scars. The non-dynamic version of you who once ran the program is gone, and a new, more complex and amazing person has taken her place. Your sensitivity and compassion for the Omegas, and for everyone, is what makes you who you are.”

The tears spilled, and I felt them both draw me impossibly closer between them, surrounding me with their protection and love.

“It’s the only version of you I know, and it’s the version I love,” Ethan said. “It makes you the right person to lead the viral program. But perhaps not in the way you currently do.”

His earnest words wrapped around me. The man did not pull his punches.

I didn’t want to face this decision today, but he cupped my face in his hand and would not allow me to turn away. “You don’t need to be everything to everyone. You can guide the program without managing the day to day running. Let someone better-suited step up. Let your skills focus where they deliver the greatest value. That doesn’t make you a weak Omega; that makes you a strong woman.”

“You’re annoyingly insightful.”

“Yeah, well, I’d rather lock you in the nest where I can keep you safe and bred. And I think Ryker has more than demonstrated that’s his go-to approach.”

“I’m right here,” Ryker muttered, although his words held no heat.

“Meet us halfway, Princess.”

“There’s a halfway between running a viral program and being chained to a nest?”

“We tie you to the nest on weekends?” Ryker ventured. He grunted when Ethan thumped him on the arm. “I’m just helping here! Maybe she needs a time-out on that nice new seat I bought, so she makes the right decision.”

“That’s coercion, asshole,” Ethan said.

“Yeah? Lilly’s blood still has a way to go.”

I smiled into Ethan’s chest, but it turned into a very unladylike snort-giggle. “And what happens if I don’t agree to meet you halfway?” I met Ethan’s steady gaze with an arc of my brow.

“Then I let Ryker do his worst,” Ethan said, smirking.

I peeked over my shoulder at Ryker, who was wearing a smug grin. He winked… because Ryker was right, and my blood hadn’t changed him that much.

Between the two of them was the safest place in the world. I didn’t think I’d mind being kept in my nest so long as they were with me. I had everything I never knew I wanted right here with my two mates. The games would never stop, there would be challenges, but that was part of life.

Today was about compromise, acceptance, and forgiveness. There was a tiny life growing inside. How wondrous and miraculous was that?

But life was also about fun. The delicious kind of fun. The kind that I had come to crave.

“I’ll have a think about it then,” I said, inserting every bit of haughty brat I could muster.

“Fuck, that sounded like a challenge,” Ryker said.

“No, that sounded like someone trying to top from the bottom,” Ethan countered.

Ryker groaned because he knew what was coming.

Well, damn. “Ethan Black and Ryker Sherwin, you two are no fun.”

“Princess, we’re about to redefine that word just for you,” Ethan said.

And they did.

I was their good girl because it made me happy.

And I was their bad girl because it made me hot.

Darkness and menace.

Playful and deviant.

They were extraordinary.

And they were mine.

Epilogue II

Ethan

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Prey: A Fantasy Reverse Harem

I am prey.

This is not pity talking, this is an acknowledgment of a fact.

I am small and weak; I am an Omega. I am a prize that men war over.

For a year I have hidden in the distant corner of the Empire.

But I am running out of food, and I am running out of options.

That I must leave soon is not a decision for today, though, but a decision for tomorrow.

Only tomorrow’s choices never come.

For tonight brings strangers who remind me that I am prey.

Omega Awakening: A dystopian Cinderella romance

(The Controllers Prequel)

A standalone novel with a HEA

All things must end.

I learned that lesson the day my mother died.

My stepmother was wicked.

My stepsister, cruel.

It was a relief when I revealed as an Omega because it was a chance to escape.

But it wasn’t the end of my troubles.

What happens to Omegas is a secret.

And my troubles had just begun.

“I can save you from one monster, Verity,” Lilly said when she accepted me into the program. “But I cannot save you from them all.”

True to her word, she saved me from my step-mother.

Then Woodrow entered my life.

And I realized he was the other monster Lilly had warned me about.

Bad Boss: A romantic comedy

A standalone novel with a HEA

Today is the first day of my first job.

I’m nervous, excited, and much too early.

Which is when I meet him for the very first time.

He’s a businessman with a ruthless reputation.

A billionaire and a playboy.

His company sponsored my scholarship.

And I’ve dreamed about him in the kind of detail you can’t even tell your best friend about.

That was before I thought we might meet.

There is something very cliche about accidentally throwing your drink over a god in human flesh. The throwing part is where the cliche ends for me.

He doesn’t look endeared by the incident, nor amused. He looks mad as freaking hell.

My brain freezes, mental capability flees, and I look away from his penetrating gaze,

but that brings my focus to his chest, where coffee drips down onto his doubtless expensive shoes.

I want to die. I have never wanted to die before, but if a magic wish were granted me now, I would happily cease to exist.

I’ve just thrown a full and very hot cup of coffee all over my very hot new boss.

Predictive: A science fiction thriller

Predictive is a science fiction, action-thriller set against a backdrop of a colonization war.

I can tell when someone is lying.

And I know when they speak the truth.

I predict about the future, about our civilization,

And I’ve predicted that we are going to lose the war.

I’m not afraid to use predictive skills to break the rules--to break people--if it’s necessary for the greater good.

My relationship with my brother may be strained, but he’s in trouble, And I’m going to get him out...whatever it takes.