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I’m already panting, knowing exactly how she’ll feel when I slide in. So wet and warm, gliding around my piercings. Heat and softness, gripping and pulling at every inch of me. Rolling all the metal bars. Clamping with the sweetest squeezes.
She whines, working her hips into mine while I watch the space between our bodies. I’m fucking addicted to the way she swallows me. Watching my tattoos sink into her pussy, her dark lips spread around my growing knot.
Her head is thrown back over the top rope while she keens and writhes in my grip. I dig my fingertips into her hips, snapping them into mine faster and harder. Losing what shitty little control I’ve strung together for her.
She doesn’t mind, though. Her sweet, perfect perfume—the real shit that makes my entire body come to life—spikes just as hard as my thrusts. When it blends with the smokey cloud of my pheromones, everything in me sings.
Higher and higher, the notes rising until my soul is screaming. Bite her. Knot her. Claim her.
Fuck. I don’t know if I can knot her without sinking my teeth into her neck. Does it even matter anymore?
I start to do it. My jaw drops, and I lurch at her, going for the blank side of her throat?—
But those goddamn green eyes.
They snag mine mid-lunge. Swirling with lust and need and something I want to say might be love.
None of that is the reason I stop.
It’s the trust.
From the moment she met me, this omega’s trusted me. Turned to me, leaned into me.
Most people see me and go running in the other direction. I’ve had omegas actually cry just from crossing my path—feeling how unhinged my Alpha is, the tattoos, the way I can’t seem to stop glaring.
Not Serena.
The more she’s looked at me, the more she’s trusted me. And I have to deserve that.
I’ll fight myself to the death to deserve that.
No, I decide. Not here. She deserves the whole fucking thing. In the nest, with our pack.
Besides, we don’t need to be knotted to be connected. Our souls snap together while we stare at one another. Bodies grinding, climaxes building, orgasms burning us both up.
It’s all incredible, but I know that isn’t what I’ll remember later.
It’s this moment.
The certainty of it, sinking deep.
The second Serena wants a place in my fucked-up heart, it’s hers.
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forty-one
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
After two days of listening to the memory of Serena’s gratitude swirling through my brain, all I wanted was to give her more. When I saw Jonah’s game coming up on the calendar and remembered Avery’s comment about taking Serena shopping somewhere nice, I figured this might be an opportunity.
Across the back seat of our limo, Serena fidgets with her dress, pulling at the hem discreetly. She’s graceful, even when she’s clearly agitated.
Keeping our bond closed is becoming more painful by the day. Especially as she’s gotten quieter.
She no longer seems terrified when I walk into the room. Just… frosty.
Going to the gym with Avery seems to have unlocked something in her. She’s suppressing it, but I still catch glimpses of its sharp edges. The heat and bitterness burning through her middle.
