Mated to the Alpha and His Beta

Chapter 420

Xander

There was no rule that none of us could make love to our Luna alone. That would have to be, ever and always, her choice. So when I was down in the gym and felt my Beta’s rush of arousal, along with our Luna’s answering desire, I carefully shut out that part of our link to give them the privacy I would have appreciated if I was the one alone with her in bed.

When I saw the dinner the two of them had laid out for us, our Luna’s carefully chosen outfit, and our Beta’s wide grin, my co ck got hard. More than that, my heart twisted. I loved the two of them more than I’d ever thought I’d be capable of loving anyone.

“You know,” I said, crossing to them both. “I used to think I understood what it meant to want someone.

But until this moment, I’m not sure I ever really did.”

Both of them put their arms around me. Lanie pressed her lips against mine, her tongue tangling with my tongue. I tasted Zane in that kiss, and that was more than fine with me. When she nibbled at my jaw and then my neck, I pulled her closer and buried my face against her hair.

“We’ve set up the bathroom for you to take nice, hot showers,” she murmured into my ear. “You and Mason go get cleaned up. Then we’ll eat. After how hard the two of you have been working out, you need your

strength.”

“If we only have a few hours before the kids and Gabriela come back,” my brother said from behind me, “then I vote we shower fast and eat faster.”

fast, but the three of us lingered over that meal. Our Luna and our Beta had made

from lap to lap, tipping

nightgown.

she said with fake concern. “I

breasts. Her nipples were hard through the see-through fabric, stained with red. The spilled wine made the fabric cling to her body,

and swept the tabletop clean so her other Alpha could lift her onto it. Lanie arched as he pushed her nightgown up over her hips. Her three

bellies, but we were going to

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Lanie

three men. I wanted to shout out my words of love to them, but all I could do was moan and cry out as Mason centered his

always ready for

at my p ussy in slow, leisurely strokes

a steak knife and slipped it into the neckline of my gown, slitting the fabric about an inch. Zane took it and tore it free, leaving

caressed my breasts, and his tongue roamed over my nipples. He sensed and joined Mason’s rhythm on my