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.”

that meal. Our Luna and our Beta had made sure to

and fingers. Lanie slipped from lap to lap, tipping our glasses of rich, red wine into our mouths and laughing

nightgown.

my,” she said with fake concern. “I might have to take

and he growled. His hands found her breasts. Her nipples were hard through the see-through fabric, stained with red. The spilled

her onto it. Lanie arched as he pushed her nightgown up over her hips. Her three mates all stopped to admire

our bellies, but we were going to

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Lanie

to them, but all I could do was moan and cry out as Mason centered his lips over my already throbbing cli t. Zane and I had made love mere hours ago, but I was

always ready

cried as he lapped at my p ussy in slow, leisurely

into the neckline of my gown, slitting the fabric about an inch. Zane took it and tore

mouth. Zane’s hands caressed my breasts, and his tongue roamed over my nipples. He sensed and joined Mason’s rhythm on my cli t, and