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Where am I?
Why am I here?
And why is the alpha not naked?
I’ve forgotten just about everything. But as the gorgeous, muscle-bound alpha in front of me presses closer and reaches under my skirt, I don’t care.
He bends his neck, putting his face level with mine. I search it, trying to think. Failing, but feeling safe anyway.
I know him. He’s here for me. He’s… mine.
When I rub my cheek over his, his blue eyes snap with electric heat. The rest of his snarling expression softens. “God,” he rumbles. “You are the sweetest fucking thing, pretty girl. I want to make you feel good.”
His thumb skirts along the edge of my panties, brushing lightly, just a smidgen away from the bundle of nerves throbbing for his attention. I whine and squirm, trying to get him to touch me properly.
The alpha’s chuckle is a dark, sensual sound. “Needy girl. I love it. Want me to pet this pretty pussy, sweetness?”
My hair bounces around my shoulders while I nod, frantic. “Please, Alpha. I’ll be good, I promise.”
He grins, and it’s the single most beautiful face I’ve ever seen. “Damn, baby, Smith is going to eat you,” he says, laughing low.
Who?
What?
Do I even care?
Before I can figure out what he means, his smile takes on a feral edge. “You think you’re a good girl? I’m going to show you just how naughty you are, baby. By the time we fuck, you’ll be begging for my cum and my knot. And I’ll always give you everything you ask for.”
There must be something seriously wrong with me—because his cum and his knot sound like nirvana right now. I picture him pumping me full and knotting me deep, keeping everything he gave me right where he left it. Another high-pitched keen flies out of me.
He curses roughly. His thumb breeches the edge of my underwear, dipping into the squelching wetness at my opening. “Fuck me, Remi.”
He strokes through the slickness, groaning. The sound pierces me right where the unbearable pressure builds. I need him. His cock and his knot. I can feel both, and he isn’t giving them to me.
When my next whine sounds distressed, he hums. “Shhh, pretty girl. I’ve got you.”
His teeth clamp at the base of my throat at the same second he glides his thumb up to my swollen bud. It’s so wet, he has to press down to get any sort of friction. When he does, sensation pours through me, tightening the coil of tension pulling taut between my hips.
The tease of his bite and the rough circles of his thumb have me chasing his touch, pumping against him. He snarls under his breath, scraping his canines over my throat as he releases me. “That’s my dirty girl,” he coaxes.
He slips his touch off my pulsing clit, dipping back to tease me inside. I buck harder, crying out for his knot. The emptiness has my body clenching around nothing, and he feels it.
A roar rips out of his chest. He hitches me up higher, using the weight of his body to hold me half-propped on the countertop. His other hand fumbles with his sweats.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he pants. “If I don’t touch my knot right now, it’s gonna explode.”
My eager moan is enough to encourage him. I try to look down and see the way he’s gripping himself, but my bunched-up skirt and our torsos block my view.
He hooks both arms under my thighs and reaches toward our centers. One hand grabs the hot, thick length brushing my thigh while the other returns to my dripping pussy. He strokes over both of us at the same time, and we both pant.
“That’s it,” he roughs out, hoarse. “Ride my hand, sweetness.”
My body obeys, rolling into his touch until I feel the edges of my vision fade out. A rush of sensation floods my body, pulsing from my pussy as it bears down on his fingers. Damon feels me coming and growls, twisting his wrist to knead his knot.
Before I’ve slid down from euphoria, he has my panties fisted at the crotch. With one sharp snap, he rips them right off my body and uses them to catch his own release, flattening me into the cabinets while he jets thick white ropes into the frilly blue thong.
Pleasure softens the fierce lines of his expression, turning him from the determined alpha back into Damon.
