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Pretty soon, nothing else will.
This last burst of lucidity before the haze pulls me under is one of the worst parts of my heat. I hate how aware I feel, every nerve vibrating in pleasure or searing me with pain.
Even the air is irritating. It scrapes my throat, swarms in my lungs, stings my tongue. Every single breath is a reminder that they’re not here.
This isn’t right.
It’s too full of my own torched honey pheromones and sorely lacking the autumn spice and hazelnut chocolate I crave. I try to focus on the bitter, rich coffee, but the more I try not to think about the others, the faster fear inflates my chest. Pumping me full of the unbalanced scents and my pack alpha’s tension.
Is he angry?
Will he leave me?
“Petal.” The pack alpha’s voice sinks through my panic, soothing all of the synapses over-firing in my mind with one simple command. “Present.”
The bark is quiet, but it connects with the deep, tingling need lodged in my middle. My core cinches and gels, slick gushing down my inner thighs.
There are no thoughts in my head as I move, automatically dropping into position. I don’t really remember which position, but rightness zings through my blood as my cheek lands on the pale silk cushion under me.
My Alpha presses his thighs to mine, his warm skin sending ripples of ecstasy through my entire body. A smooth purr sinks into my back as he bends forward. His tongue traces over my spine, licking patterns between nips of his teeth.
This isn’t enough. I need more. His cum, his mark. I whine, wiggling against him. Begging for the hot steel pressed into my backside. Begging for his bite.
“Where should I bite you, angel?” he husks, nosing at my nape. “Here? Where everyone will see it when you wear your hair up in those cock-tease buns you love?” His mouth slides down to my shoulder. “Or here? Where those thin straps hold your dresses up?”
I whine bucking back into him. “Alpha, please.”
“Mmm,” he murmurs. “I think here.” His tongue swipes the side of my throat. “Where every single person who looks at you will know you’re mine.”
He toys with the thin skin, pulling it between his teeth until I’m sure he’s going to give me what I want. While he sucks at the pulse pounding in my neck, I whimper, grinding harder.
Large hands trail up my sides, gentling me. “Fucking beautiful,” he mutters. “Look at how good you are. How perfect. My omega.”
“Alpha,” I whine again, spreading my legs wider. “I need—need—Ah!”
We both cry out as his cock stabs right into the pulsing place inside of me. It should hurt—instead, it’s bliss. Relief slackens my limbs, every muscle relaxing the second he strokes a secret place inside of me.
An orgasm swallows me up instantly. Slick flesh contracts around his perfect length, pulsing. Frothy waves of pleasure bubble through my veins, the release rolling all the way to my fingertips. I moan, my eyes fluttering shut.
“No more waiting,” he orders, gritted. “You need this alpha cock, I’ll give it to you.”
I barely know why, but I know that he’s right. And some deeply ingrained reflex provides the words he likes to hear: “Yes, Sir.”
“Perfect. Beautiful. Girl,” he snaps out. When he speaks again, his voice is the layered rumble of cool over rough. “Already so slick for me, with honey running down to your knees. You going to come on this knot?”
The edge of his swelling knot presses past the ring of muscle clenching at his cock, popping into place the same moment his taunt sinks in. The effect is instant once again, my core spasming around his girth, throbbing for the hot flesh expanding to stretch me around him.
The alpha fists my hair to turn my head, his teeth striking for my throat while he comes in scalding spurts. Cum douses the fire climbing my insides, extinguishing the pain with washes of warm, tingling pleasure.
Unyielding, his teeth scrape at my heartbeat. With every pulse, my thoughts slip further. A whisper. A distant echo. A fuzzy memory.
A cloudy haze covers my eyes like a veil. Some far-off recollection sends a final fissure of fear through my middle.
This is the part where—when—what?—
“Shhh.” The deep rumble matches the purr vibrating into my back. Fingers tighten in my hair, the force soothing me into submission while hard, hot ecstasy flexes in my clenching core. “That’s a good girl, coming on my cock and my knot. So goddamn good.”
I can’t understand what he’s saying, but it trips some sort of wire inside of me. My stomach flips—the final sensation I feel before a fresh round of slick, slicing need rips through my pussy. My brain blinks offline, leaving me floating. The hot steel impaling me is my only tether to where or what I am.
