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  “You see that, baby?” he asked me. “I took it all.”

  “I saw,” I cooed back to him, stroking his ear and the side of his face. “You did.”

  “Did it feel good?”

  “So fucking amazing,” I told him. Then, as he looked at me, I heard Sawyer growl and watched as Max’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. His hand clutched my thigh and I felt his nails dig into my skin like someone who was about to fall from a cliff and was hanging on for dear life.

  “FUCK!” he practically shouted.

  “What is it, baby?” I asked, but as Sawyer snarled and pressed his body down on Max’s and started fucking him with a new rhythm, I already knew the answer to my question.

  He knotted, I thought. It’s almost time.

  Chapter Twenty

  Sawyer

  My knot formed so quickly and without warning that it had surprised me. I hadn’t even felt it coming. I’d been so wrapped up in the moment, my eyes on Elijah as we both took control of our beautiful omega, that when my cock swelled like a fist and locked me inside of him, I was just as shocked as Max.

  “Ahh, God!” Max howled before I silenced him with a passionate kiss, my body pressed against his as my cock held me to him like we’d been handcuffed to each other.

  You’re not going anywhere, I thought as I lifted him easily and wrapped my arms around his torso. Being so swollen inside him was the ultimate sensation. It was like our bodies had melded into one, like two metals heated to their melting points and then twisted together to form something new.

  I plunged my tongue between his lips and explored every inch, then sucked his tongue eagerly like how he had sucked Elijah’s cock. I gripped him tightly, my fingers pressing into the skin of his back. I held back for fear of hurting him, but I could barely control myself. My lust for him was so high that I wanted to devour him. He was like a perfectly prepared meal that was impossible to resist.

  I drove my knot deeper (which was somehow possible) and Max’s head bucked back and away from my kiss. He let out a gasp of something between pain and the world’s greatest pleasure.

  “Fuck me!” he screamed. “Fucking fuck me!”

  I snatched his hair and yanked his head back even further, exposing his beautiful, sweet neck. I kissed it, starting by his collarbone and moving up the length of his jaw to his ear, which I took between my teeth. As I growled in his ear, his body almost came up off the couch entirely as his back arched and bucked forward.

  “Ahhh, I can’t take it!” he yelped. But in reality, he meant the complete opposite. He was taking it, and as I loosened my grip on his hair, he brought his eyes back down to mine and gave me the world’s sexiest fuck-me eyes.

  “Elijah, baby,” he whispered, turning to our beta. “I want to taste you. Will you give me your cum?”

  “Down your throat?” Elijah asked. I could feel his heat beside me and hear the excitement in his voice.

  “Yes!”

  Elijah simply growled in reply and slid his cock back into Max’s mouth, roughly this time, as though he was claiming it as his own. I knew we were all three in this together, but it ignited a friendly competition in me, and I bent forward and pressed my tongue against Elijah’s balls, tasting the sweet and salty sweat that was dripping from them.

  “Shit, wow!” he gasped, placing a hand on my back. Everything was just in the absolute perfect position, and I could feel my cum getting ready to burst—my potent alpha nectar that would breed my new omega and put a cub in his belly. But somehow, he still didn’t feel like he was mine. I needed something more.

  I pulled away from Elijah’s balls and looked down at Max.

  “You want this?” I asked him. He nodded, his mouth full. It wasn’t enough. Without knowing I was going to do it, I slapped him on the cheek, not too hard, but just enough to get his attention. He gasped and pulled his mouth from Elijah’s dick.

  “I said—do you want this?” I repeated.

  “YES!” he blurted out.

  I felt the orgasm rising up through me like a tsunami. There was no holding back now. I was going to burst and he was going to take it all.

  “I’m close,” Elijah warned, his hand stroking his dick furiously beside my and Max’s faces.

  “Me too!” Max replied. His hands were free, but as I fucked him, his cock rubbed against my abs which were wet with sweat, and I could feel he was ready to explode.

  “You want my juices?” I asked him, staring into his eyes with an intensity I had never known.

  “Yes!”

  “Oh, fuck,” Elijah moaned. I felt the head of his cock brush against my cheek.

  “You want it?” I repeated.

  “Yes!” Max yelped.

  “Fucking take it!” I snarled.

  My hips bucked forward and I somehow managed to bury my knot even deeper inside him as my orgasm rocked me like a ship caught in a dangerous storm. My head swam as I felt the first shot of my cum spray from inside me and coated his insides. As the second stream hit him, I felt his cock burst against my abs, his hot omega load coating my skin. Then, I lost all control.

  I bent forward as my fangs extended, and I bit down hungrily, embedding them in the flesh of his shoulder just beside his neck. I tasted blood and he howled as I marked him as mine.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Sawyer!” he gasped as I kept coming, filling him with everything I had to give, and like a spank on the ass or a slap in the face or a hand around the throat, my teeth in his skin simply intensified everything he was already feeling.

  His hips wriggled beneath the weight of my body as he came.

  A little roughness never hurt anybody, I thought. Then, Elijah exploded.

  His cum rained down on my and Max’s faces like a warm spray from a garden hose. Streams of his sweet juices hit my cheek and dripped onto Max’s face. More landed on his lips and forehead. I was still coming, and lifted my mouth from his shoulder and began lapping hungrily at Elijah’s cum as it continued to fall over us.

  We’re so making a porno, I thought as another orgasmic contraction seized my body. We were all coming together in perfect sync like dancers who’d been trained to hit the same mark at the same moment in a song.

  “Yeah, take my cum,” Elijah told us with a dominance I hadn’t heard from him before.

  “Breed me, baby!” Max urged me, curling his arms around my waist as I lapped up the juices from his face. I turned my head and accepted Elijah’s cock as he started to come down from his orgasm. His dick twitched once more, spilling his salty goodness onto my eager tongue.

  “Breed me!”

  Fuck, this is good…

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Max

  The last two days I’d felt as though I was flying high on the world’s puffiest white clouds, looking down on the beautiful California landscape with new eyes—the eyes of a pregnant omega.

  I couldn’t tell you how I knew. I just knew. It was like that feeling you get when you met someone and just know you’ll be friends, or hear someone describe a recipe to you and know you’d love it. There was just a feeling inside of me, or a voice that said, “You’re pregnant, Max!” And I believed it.

  After “the deed,” that’s what we were calling it, we all just lay there on the couch in a state of mutual disbelief, as though a meteor had crashed down on the apartment, or a bomb had exploded or a volcano had erupted beneath the ground. It was as though the rest of the world had gone and left us, and all three of us were fine with that. I’d fallen asleep and we’d spent the rest of the next day at the apartment fawning all over each other, eating, sleeping and going back at it again. It was like the world’s greatest two-day vacation. But today was something new. Today, Sawyer was taking us to his house.

  “Why won’t you tell me where it is?” I asked him for at least the fifth time. “Do you secretly like live in a basement somewhere and this big-shot lawyer thing is all just an elaborate ruse?”

  “You caught me!” he laughed as he made his way to the d
oor. “You’ve been catfished. I just had to wait until I impregnated you to reveal my horrible secret! Then there would be no way you could possibly leave me!”

  I knew he was kidding, but his acting was so good that I actually still shuddered.

  “Ugh, don’t say that!” I whined. “Because stuff like that actually happens!”

  “Does it?” Elijah chuckled as he came out of the bedroom and stroked the back of my head. I looked up as he pecked me on the cheek.

  “I don’t know!” I admitted. “But I feel like it probably does!”

  “Well, you don’t have to be so judgmental,” Sawyer continued to joke. “What’s so wrong with living in a basement?”

  I frowned and got to my feet as he opened the door for me.

  “I mean—I guess if we really love each other,” I joked as I passed him and stepped outside. “But there better not be roaches!”

  “Oh, they’re enormous,” he snickered. “And they’re huge and mutated from all the radiation from the toxic waste that spilled there.”

  “Elijah!” I whined as they closed the door behind us. “Tell him to stop!”

  “Stop, Sawyer,” Elijah said halfheartedly. “You’ll ruin the surprise!”

  “Oh, God,” I moaned as I hopped into Max’s gorgeous car. We piled in and sped off to wherever it was he was taking us.

  The sun was high and brilliant in the sky for a perfect San Diego day that defied the slight dip in warmth the winter had brought upon the city. My boyfriends’ scents wafted around me as Sawyer turned onto the 15 North Freeway.

  “Well, this is a good sign,” I said. It was the route I took to La Jolla when I was cleaning houses, but it also led to Pacific Beach, Kearny Messa, Miramar or any other countless number of places, so I didn’t let myself get too excited. But when he took the exit for West Fifty-Second, which led towards the beach, I found it hard to contain myself.

  “Oh, come on,” I groaned. “Where are we going?”

  “So eager,” Sawyer teased, grabbing my knee and giving me one of those cow bite things that always tickled and made me squirm.

  “You know I take this route every day to work, right?” I asked him.

  “I do,” he smiled. I’d told him before about my job, of course, as we’d had two days to probe each other with every question that we could think of.

  “It’s a lot prettier than going through town,” Elijah remarked.

  “Sure is,” Sawyer replied.

  As we came down the freeway and I laid eyes on the La Jolla hills, I told myself not to get my hopes up.

  A house on the beach? Calm down, Max.

  So far everything about Sawyer had been incredible, and this little “experiment” of ours had turned into something life changing in ways neither Elijah nor I had seen coming. I really had no right to expect, or even want, to be whisked away into some fantasy of happily ever after, but as we pulled off the freeway and turned right into La Jolla, I just couldn’t contain myself any longer.

  “No, no, no, no, no,” I muttered, almost panicking from excitement. “This cannot be happening. Sawyer—are you messing with me? Did you two set this up?”

  “What do you mean?” Sawyer replied. “Set what up?”

  “This!” I stammered. “You—you know I clean houses in La Jolla, right?”

  “Hmmm,” he mused, a smile creeping across his lips. “I know you told me you cleaned houses, but I don’t think you mentioned it was in La Jolla.” He turned to Elijah. “Is that really true?”

  Elijah nodded with an amused expression. “Sure is.”

  “Well,” he chuckled, turning the car towards the beach. “This will be an extra treat for you then.”

  I fell into a stunned, anticipatory silence as Sawyer maneuvered the car down the La Jolla streets, the sun shining over the Pacific, palm tree leaves crackling under the tires and the smell of the sea in my nose as I rolled down the window. I felt like I’d just driven into a postcard designed to lure people to California.

  No. This is my life.

  When Sawyer slowed the car, my jaw fell open.

  A house on the beach didn’t even begin to describe it. A gorgeous planked gate slid open to allow admittance to the driveway, which was flanked by two pristine gardens filled with plants whose names I didn’t know. The house itself was ultra-modern, made from panels of light gray concrete with subtle streaks of dark wood just beneath the flat roof that stretched out towards the ocean like the bow of a ship. As Sawyer pulled in, the gate slid shut quietly behind us. He turned off the engine and looked at me.

  “Well?” he asked. “What do you think?”

  “The—the Golds live right down the street!” I gasped.

  “The Golds are one of the families he cleans for,” Elijah explained.

  “Well, those days are over,” Sawyer chuckled. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Elijah

  Four Months later…

  “What do you think, babe?” I said gently as I stepped up behind Max who was still staring out the enormous glass window that overlooked the Pacific Ocean, which was sparkling with the last spattering of orange and pink as the sun finally came to rest over the edge of the horizon.

  Max turned around to face me, the soft light of sunset creating a soft glow, almost like a halo, around his head. His eyes were filled with passion and excitement and I stared into them with a loving intensity that felt so new and fresh that it was almost scary—it was almost scary how much I loved him.

  How much I loved them.

  “Are you kidding me?” he whispered. “It’s perfect. It’s beyond perfect.”

  There was a small door in the glass that was cracked open slightly. Taking Max’s hand, I pushed it all the way open and stepped outside onto the balcony. The sound of the ocean filled our ears and the smell of the saltwater was cool and refreshing. Down in the city where we lived, we rarely got to enjoy any smells of nature, and I’d forgotten just how much peace and serenity it could bring.

  “I could just stand here forever,” Max told me, leaning back against me and settling in as I curled my arms around him. His scent had changed slightly, and I knew why; he was pregnant. He’d known it first, of course, but now it was undeniable. There was just something new there, something warm and comforting, very “omega-esque” that was bringing out a new nurturing feeling in me (and Sawyer, of course too).

  “Well, you’ll be able to whenever you want now,” I reminded him. We’d of course move out of our old place to be here. Why wouldn’t we? It wasn’t like Sawyer was going to live apart from us. We were all in a relationship together now. It was only right that we’d live together.

  “Mmmm,” Max simply muttered in reply. He kissed me gently beneath the chin and took a seat on one of the two lounge chairs Sawyer had (of course he had assured me he’d be buying a third) and stretched deeply. “Where is Sawyer, babe? I haven’t seen him in a while.”

  “I think he went out to check the plants,” I replied. “I’ll go see what he’s up to.”

  I turned away but Max’s voice stopped me. “Babe?”

  “Yes?” I replied.

  “Love you.”

  I grinned like a schoolboy. “Love you too.”

  Sawyer’s home—our home, was still unfamiliar and exciting to walk through. The balcony led to an upstairs living room with a fireplace and a television, and a staircase where the steps seemed to hang out of the wall with no obvious supports.

  I took them downstairs to the ground floor living room and called out. “Sawyer?”

  No answer.

  The house was an open floor plan, which made looking around pretty easy, and after a quick glance into the kitchen and a call into the back bedrooms, it was evident that Sawyer wasn’t inside. So I made my way to the front door and stepped out into the small front garden, expecting to find him watering the plants or maybe cleaning his car, but he wasn’t there either.

  “Hmmm…” I muttered, sniffing the ai
r. His scent still hung like a carpet of manliness, and seemed to lead out towards the road. I thumbed the button for the gate and let it slide aside, then stepped out onto the street. And that’s when I heard it.

  A snarl, then a yelp. Unfamiliar scents, three of them, leapt into my nostrils like covert operatives or secret assassins, and then I heard Sawyer’s cry. Without hesitation, I shifted, splitting my clothes into pieces of fabric and running my tongue across my fangs as I dashed towards the sound.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Max

  I shifted slightly to get comfortable in the lounge chair. Well, to get more comfortable. The chair was already the most comfortable thing I’d ever sat in, and reminded me of the leather recliners they had at the movie theater in La Jolla that sold tickets for twenty-two dollars and had butlers that brought you food if you wanted. I propped up the pillow behind my head and sighed as the last rays of the setting sun vanished over the horizon.

  “What a life,” I said to myself, grabbing the corner of the blanket I’d left there earlier and pulling it across my legs. It was hard to believe that just a few months ago I’d been cleaning houses in La Jolla, the paradise by the beach, and now I was actually living there. Mrs. Gold couldn’t even believe it when I told her I was leaving and moving in just a little way down the street from her.

  When we used to wake up every morning to the sounds of the city—cars, landscapers, airplanes flying over, and people getting up and going to work—now we woke up to the sounds of the surf, the ocean and the breeze whipping up the break by the shore. I was able to see the sun as it came up over the horizon and graced my bedroom with its early morning rays.