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for me,” Jasper said. “So very, very good. Suck on these for me, sweetheart.” He put two fingers in Saul’s mouth, and Saul sucked on them like they were a cock.

“Can I blow you too?” he mumbled around Jasper’s fingers.

“We’ll have time for that,” Jasper promised. Saul didn’t know how Jasper could be so sure, but he believed him. He would believe pigs could fly if Jasper said so. Jasper had turned into a fucking wolf—right in front of Saul’s eyes. Just stripped off his clothes, cool as you please, and gone from naked to furry before Saul could figure out what he was looking at. Nothing would ever be hotter, maybe not even Jack Henry.

Jasper pulled his fingers free and used them to separate Saul’s ass cheeks, finding his way unerringly to his pucker. “I’m not going to open you up much because I know you can take it. You’re not a fragile omega, are you?”

No, he wasn’t. He pushed back against Jasper’s fingers, gasping at the sting of intrusion and the sense of being stretched too wide. What would Jasper’s cock be like? Saul only had a few moments to wonder before something wider and blunter than fingers pressed against his hole.

“Here I come, Saul. Hang on tight.”

He reached back for Jasper’s thigh, clinging to it as Jasper speared him. The sense of stretch grew almost unbearable, as if he might tear. Jasper was so big, filled him so completely. When Jasper’s pelvis finally came to rest against his buttocks, Saul could only hold his breath, waiting. He’d been wanting an alpha like Jasper to fuck him almost as long as he’d been wanting to fuck Jack Henry, and now he would find out if he’d been right to want it. Jasper bit his ear lobe with those long fangs of his, making him gasp from both pain and arousal.

“There you go,” Jasper said. “You’re going to need to breathe for this.” And with that, he started moving. Hard, fast, powerful. His motions were in complete contrast to the tender and graceful lovemaking happening only a few feet from Saul’s nose. Jack Henry was being rocked into a long and beautiful orgasm. Saul was being fucked half to death.

And, oh, how he loved it. Loved it more even than he’d hoped. He braced his hands in front of him, rolling up onto his knees to take it better. Jasper didn’t lose a beat, simply moved his hands to Saul’s hips and railed him harder. The sting was gone, but the stretch and fullness lingered, as if Jasper’s cock was expanding to fill any space Saul made for it.

Saul threw back his head, and Jasper leaned forward to sink those sharp teeth into his neck—piercing him, drawing his blood. Jasper couldn’t claim him, because he wasn’t an omega, but this was how he would do it if he could, and the combination of cock and teeth, of being taken and torn, had Saul spurting for the second time in half an hour. His balls convulsed so hard they hurt as he shot his seed into empty air.

Next to him, Elias made a noise nearly as ecstatic and helpless, coming at the same time Saul did but into Jack Henry’s hungry ass rather than into the air. Jack Henry was coming too, but he’d been coming all along.

JACK HENRY

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By the time Elias was done with him, Jack Henry was exhausted. And yet somehow incomplete.

He’d been fucked good and hard and plenty, first with Jasper’s command, then with Saul’s vigor, and ultimately with Elias’s devotion. He’d sucked his first cock, gotten his first taste of an alpha’s flesh in his mouth, and he’d taken two loads in his ass, leaving him loose and drippy. His muscles ached and his prostate throbbed, but his cock was still hard. Heat hormones thrummed through him as he thirsted for more. Not every omega was lucky enough to have three alphas trying to satisfy him. How he could be so greedy that three weren’t enough?

He collapsed onto his stomach, his arms and legs too weak to hold him on all fours anymore. Elias followed him, flattening him into the boards of the treehouse where they’d once played as best friends. They were lovers now, and it seemed like his choice for a mate should be obvious. Elias had proven himself as ardent a lover as Jack Henry could ever have wished for.

And yet…

He turned his head to the side, taking in the picture Saul and