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thirty
I stand outside the back door of the house, bracing myself.
Knowing that the second I step inside, my shit will get rocked. Because this is my new routine—avoid the house as much as humanly possible, only to come home and have it all topple on my head the second I walk in.
Tonight feels different. My Alpha is prowling just under the surface this time. Waiting. Knowing this is his moment.
Because she’s only been here for four days… but she’s fucking everywhere.
And I’m just about out of control.
I can’t stand outside forever. Eventually, I’ll have to walk into the kitchen. The second I do, her scent hits me, and my hands curl into claws.
Motherf—
It’s too delicious. My entire body pounds as the taste of her honey-soaked essence coats my tongue. Sinks into my soul. Shreds my heart.
My cock has been hard all damn day. But now? It’s stone. My knot pulses at the base, the throb as insistent as the lust swarming my blood.
I have to have her.
Now.
Now.
The edges of my vision blur into oblivion. It’s a warning. A rut is coming on. And I have about three minutes to get out of here before?—
Her moan is quiet. Muffled by something. But every nerve in my body alights. Focus reels out of my grasp, replaced by the pounding pulse in my head.
My feet move, carrying me through the house faster than they normally would. Pursuing the distinctly feminine sound of pleasure echoing from the second floor.
I’ve heard stories about rut-blockers being no match for a scent-sensitive mate, but I didn’t understand until now. This feeling—where I’m here, but also not in control—is new to me. I’m still in my head, which would be helpful, but my brain seems oddly detached from my body.
I take the stairs two at a time, ripping my clothing off. My skin feels hot, the fabric of my favorite suit chafing in a way that infuriates me. My tie and shirt hit the floor of the landing as I turn toward the source of the noise, following it to Damon’s open door.
From the shadows, I can see everything perfectly. They’re just inside his room, Remi’s small body flattened between his and the wall.
Control, control, control.
My Alpha snarls, lunging toward her. I reach behind myself to grip the stair-rail, holding back so I can watch. Knowing I can’t touch her.
Especially not right now. Damon would likely take it as a threat, and we would end up traumatizing her with whatever brawl ensues.
Instead, I let myself stare, roving my hungry eyes over the scene playing out in full view of the hallway.
They look damn good together. Their black hair and blue eyes. Their contrasting skin tones. His hard, bigger body, and her soft, delicate curves.
Remi’s dress is still on, though there’s a pretty pink bra and matching panties discarded in the hallway. Leave it to Damon to get both off without removing her outfit. He’s still in his shirt, but—shocking—no pants. I assume he’s already gotten off because his briefs are balled up in a wet clump on the floor, and his dick is hard, but his knot isn’t.
There’s no way he could possibly be experiencing the same earth-shattering perfume I am without his knot blowing up. Unless he already came.
Which would also explain why he’s on his knees, with Remi’s thighs spread for his mouth.
“You like that, sweetness?” he pants, groaning. “Has no one else ever licked this sweet pussy before?”
She keens, her head falling back. “N-no. Cass said you would want to be the first one to do it.”
