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Not Rogue’s.
No other Alpha in the world had seen this side of her, and that knowledge was a goddamned drug.
I’d thought, after her first climax like this, that would be the end, but as I felt her crumble beneath me, I realised this was just the beginning.
I couldn’t stop, not after one, or two, or when she was shaking so violently in my arms I had to lower her to the bed and turn her on her back so I could carry on.
Every sound she made was a siren’s call, and everything was narrowing around me, time losing meaning as the world became nothing but her. The way her skin glowed into the moonlight through the window, the glossy hair that tumbledaround her, the glittering, dazed fury that was slowly shattering for confusion every time her violet eyes met mine.
That thing that shattered within her, it opened a dam. Frosted moonflower was my drug, doubling in potency each time she came apart, each time I praised her and told her she was beautiful.
I don’t know how long it had been, but I found myself on a precipice.
She was shivering beneath me as I slid two fingers into her. Her lip was caught in her teeth as she shook her head, eyes squeezed shut, breaths heavy.
“Come.”Still following instincts I couldn’t explain, I used my Alpha bark. It was as if I felt it collide with her, meeting a wall that finally cracked. My command swept in, seizing her will and snuffing it out like a candle in a storm.
I could feel it through our touch, see it in her dazed eyes that opened as her lips parted, as she stared up at me and she came apart again, though this time… was different.
Touch starved Omegas could be volatile—vulnerable, and I’d just felt her break beneath me.
Scent matches could go to hell.
ThisOmega was mine.
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THISTLE
Knox didn’t stop, not until the world was hazy and distant, pleasure burning through every rational thought—over and over, leaving me shivering and weak.
I was crying on and off, and I didn’t even know if it was bad tears.
I’d only cried over one Alpha before, and it wasn’t like this—orbecauseof this.
I didn’t understand.
Well, I hadn’t… a few minutes ago… hours, maybe? But that was back when my mind was working the way it should.
Before the first wave of an orgasm—because I’d lied to him. When I’d climaxed that first time, there had been no pain—and I’d never experienced that before.
From the wrong Alpha…
Now floated on a cloud, the world nothing but movement and touch. Occasionally sound would crash in, when I heard myself cry out, or his coaxing of another orgasm.
At first, I’d almost missed a few of his commands, the sounds not working right, but now they broke through every time.
“…Tighten that sweet pussy, Doll…”
“…Present…”
“…Come for me, again beautiful…”
And I just… couldn’t stop doing whatever he said, my touch starved body protesting at my own aversion, sending hormones to burn down any semblance of autonomy.
Finally, when I was so spent each breath ached in my lungs, his touch vanished, and I felt a gut-wrenching sadness when I realised it was over.
A sob caught in my throat, but I squeezed it down with all my remaining might.
