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Would he be like Damian?

“Okay,” I said. “Show me what you’re like as an alpha.”

He pulled me up off the couch to my feet. He wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed me. His other hand came up to brush my hair away from my face. “Pretty omega,” he said. “Want you on the bed.” He turned me, gentle, and he nudged me in the direction of the bedroom. “I want you to go first.”

“You want to stare at my ass,” I said, snickering.

“Exactly,” he said, coming forward and kissing my neck, my shoulders. He gave my ass a little swat, not hard, and it made me giggle.

I went into the bedroom.

He shut the door behind us and went around to the foot of the bed. “Lie down,” he told me.

I did it.

He stood at the foot of the bed and surveyed me. I could feel his gaze on me, and it was warm and it was appreciative. I liked the way he looked at me, I liked the expression on his face as he did.

He crawled onto the bed. “If I was your alpha, I would worship you, Leo.”

“Worship me, huh?” I reached down as he climbed closer to me. I ruffled his hair. “With a shrine and everything?”

He chuckled. “A Leo shrine, for sure.” He lifted one of my legs, bending it, planting a kiss just inside the knee. “I’d have it in my bedroom, and it would be covered in pictures of your pussy—”

“Wait a minute,” I said. “This is a shrine to me or my genitalia?”

“I mean, you know, both,” he said, kissing his way down my leg.

I giggled up at the ceiling. “I might not mind being worshiped.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you, or anything.” His mouth was back on my clit.

I moaned. “You already did this.”

“Want to do it again,” he gasped into my sex. “Is it too sensitive?”

“Well, not exactly,” I gasped.

He used his tongue this time, licking me in a series of upstrokes, reminiscent of the way he’d licked me in wolf form.

I canted my hips into him, and he teased me right up to the brink, to the very brink, where I could feel my pleasure gathering and then he stopped.

“Vincent,” I gasped. “Please.”

He blew on my clit. “Shh, omega, you have to take what your alpha gives you.”

I grabbed handfuls of my bedspread. “You’re teasing me?”

“It’s called edging, I think?” He gave me a little grin. “Now, you’re going to take my cock.”

“Finish me, please?”

“Not yet.” His grin was a wicked grin. A very, very wicked grin. “We should have a talk about protection, maybe?”

“I’m on birth control, and we already did it without a condom,” I said.

“So, it’s okay?” he said, moving over me.

“Vincent, you’re evil,” I informed him. “You are an evil alpha, and I—” But I cut off because he was pressing the heft of his hardness into me, and it felt divine. My eyes rolled back in my head.