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I move closer, until my front is pressed against her back. She stiffens, but she doesn’t try to pull away from me. She’s got my scent, and she knows I’m not going to hurt her. She might not realize that on a conscious level, but her body understands, and right now that’s all that matters.

I start to purr from deep within my chest, so softly it’s barely even audible at first. Then I gradually increase the volume, directing all of the soothing vibrations straight into the omega’s body, especially her chest. She whimpers softly as she surrenders herself to the sensation and leans her body back into mine.

“That’s a good girl,” I say, continuing to purr even as I speak to her. “Just like that. Nice and easy.”

Her head drops back against my shoulder with a little moan.

When I sense that she’s ready for it, I slowly bring my hands around in front of her and cup her naked breasts. They are soft and full in my palms, and her nipples are perked up with arousal.

“Hey!” the alpha named Markus growls. “What do you think you’re doing?”

I’m able to silence him with a look. He’s a good kid, a little bit foolish perhaps, but smart enough to understand that I’m trying to help.

And that I’ll put his ass in his place if need be.

As I continue purring, I start to massage the omega’s generous breasts, gently at first, then firmly and deeply. Her muscles become more and more relaxed, until her body is practically melting into my own. She nestles her round bottom against my groin, and gasps as she feels my hard arousal pressing against her.

“Easy,” I tell her. “Just relax for me, Syra. Relax for me… little one.”

CHAPTER 13: SYRA

Little one.

As soon as I hear those words, my mind goes back to that night nine years ago when I fell through the ceiling of the ritual chamber. “Little one” is what Thorus called me after he caught me.

Are you okay, little one?

For the past few minutes, I’ve been wondering if he recognized me. I was kind of hoping he didn’t, considering the shameful state I’m in, naked and knotted to Markus in the middle of a graveyard. But the fact that he just called me “little one” makes me think that he does remember.

Or maybe it’s just a coincidence.

I can tell you what’s not a coincidence—the way Thorus is making me feel right now. The big, stern alpha knows exactly what he’s doing.

He is kneeling behind me on the grass, with his hard muscles pressing into my back, and his strong hands kneading my naked breasts. I probably shouldn’t be letting him touch me like that. I hardly know him, after all, and the last time I saw him was nine years ago, when I was still a little girl, but the way he’s massaging me right now feels too good to resist.

And the way he’s purring feels even better.

I’ve heard alphas purr before. When I was little, my fathers used to purr for me at night to help me fall asleep. What Thorus is doing now is similar to that, but it’s so much more intense. The pitch of his purring is low, more sensation than sound. I can feel it vibrating deep within my own chest, like an invisible hand gently squeezing my heart while two very real hands squeeze my naked breasts. I feel more aroused than I’ve ever felt in my life, but at the same time I feel totally relaxed. I let my head fall back against Thorus’s shoulder with a moan.

In front of me, Markus watches with a strange expression on his handsome face. He looks concerned, and perhaps a little jealous, but more than anything, he seems fascinated by what Thorus is doing to me.

He’s also turned on. I know this, because his cock and his knot are still inside me, and I can feel both of them getting even bigger and harder as he watches me moan and melt under the older alpha’s spell.

If Thorus’s goal is to separate my body from Markus’s, I think he’s going about it the wrong way.

But I don’t tell him to stop. Hell no. It feels way too good.

Gradually, the focus of his purring seems to shift away from my chest and down into my solar plexus. I’m not sure how Thorus is doing that, but apparently he is able to direct his purring into different parts of my body. That discovery only serves to intensify my arousal. Without really thinking about what I’m doing, I raise my arms and reach back to run my fingers through the silvered hair at his temples.

“Thorus,” I murmur. “What are you doing to me?”

“Hush,” the alpha says softly, speaking and purring at the same time. “Just relax for me, little one. Surrender yourself, like a good little omega.”

There’s that phrase again. Little one. It ought to piss me off to be spoken to in that way, but there’s something about the way Thorus says it—something in the dark, rich timbre of his voice—that makes me hunger for his approval.

I want to be good for him. I want to be his good little omega.

The focus of his purring shifts again, sliding gradually downward to my stomach, then to my lower abdomen, slowly approaching the place where my body is joined with Markus’s. I wonder if the younger alpha can feel the vibrations now too.