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Dear God—why?
There was a reason. I can’t remember it right now, though, so I let myself feel her body, molding my palms along the outsides of her thighs, skimming them inward.
Paradise perfume expands between us, the scent making my mouth water and my cock jerk. But then I feel it, under my hands.
She’s shaking.
And somewhere under all the fog floating through me, there’s sadness.
Have I made her sad?
I start to back away, bracing myself for the pain that will hit me the second I remove my hands from her perfect body. But the omega looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes pleading.
“Please,” she says. “I know you don’t want to, but I don’t want you to hurt, Alpha.”
I do, though. I do. Because the way she’s looking at me is enough to stop whatever’s left of my heart.
She wiggles her hips a little, pressing back far enough for my weeping cock to brush between her legs. My vision blurs, air heaving out of me on a pained grunt.
And then I’m in her.
There isn’t a moment where I can stop myself. Or pause to remember why I need to stop myself. There’s just?—
Her.
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forty-seven
Part of me wants to hate it.
The thick shove into my slippery, clenching core. The deep, throaty growl that raises goosebumps on my skin. The swelling scent of summer and the way it perfectly meshes with the sweet, toasty alpha under me.
I want to hate it.
But that would be like hating oxygen. Or sunshine. Or the traitorous, aching heart that’s somehow keeping me alive as it slowly, painfully kills me.
Because, beat by beat, I want this alpha more.
The one who bit me and bonded with me. The one who left me to feel like he wanted nothing to do with me for weeks and may only be coming around now because his body is forcing him too.
He might not even like me. Hell, he doesn’t really know me.
But he’s also the man who was willing to sacrifice his career and his pack’s reputation to make me happy and keep me safe. He’s apologized and admitted he deserves my scorn.
No matter how much I wish I hated him, I don’t think I do.
He can’t remember all the minefields between us now. Is that the only reason why his hands are stroking me so tenderly? Why he’s huffing audible breaths as if he can’t inhale enough of me?
His knot is already so full, there isn’t even a chance he’d be able to work it into me.
That’s just as well. Spencer said he had a plan.
Although, how I’m expected to do anything with these two monster dicks is beyond me.
I didn’t get a chance to really look at it, but Tristan’s cock feels big. Not as huge as Jonah’s, maybe—but it’s as wide as it is long, making it large enough to rip the air out of my lungs every time he pulls out and slams back in.
I was already embarrassingly wet, primed by the scents of my mates. But the second his girth starts to pound against the place inside of me that begs for a knot, my clit echoes the pulse, beating desperately.
