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He picked up my hips and held me against him as he thrust all the way in, making himself at home inside me, and my body stretched to accommodate him, a delicious stretch. My whole pussy twitched.

“Good omega,” he breathed down at me. “You look so fucking gorgeous taking my cock like this. I can hardly believe this is happening. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted it.”

I sighed. “You feel amazing.”

“You feel like sweet bliss,” he said, and then he started to fuck me.

His thrusts were languid, not too hurried. Thorough, though. Deep. He fucked me very thoroughly, holding my gaze, and he was huge and wondrous, and he filled me up so well.

I wanted to kiss him. I beckoned for him to come down to me, and he obliged me. We kissed and it felt like the rush of the Red Moon River in the summertime. I clutched at him, wanting to hold him here against me, wanting us fused together. Sex had never been like this for me before. I had never felt so present before.

It was an odd realization to have, that most of my sex had been about hollowing myself out and making space for someone else’s pleasure, but that was what it had always been like with Damian, and I hadn’t known any different.

I had felt Damian’s pleasure like my own, because of our scent match, so it hadn’t mattered. Then, when I’d had sex with other men, I was missing the connection—I couldn’t feel their pleasure, not like I’d felt Damian’s, but I didn’t even know how to feel my own.

Vincent centered me. He made space for my pleasure, refused to let me disappear, and I liked it.

But it felt different.

It felt… I don’t know. Messier. Scarier.

Some part of me realized I’d surrendered to Damian because it relieved me of responsibility. I had been able to give it all to him. And Damian had accepted it. He was used to accepting responsibility.

Vincent broke our kiss. “Hey,” he said. “Something just shifted. What are you thinking about?”

I shook my head. “No, no, nothing.” Fuck if I was going to tell him I was thinking about his brother while he was inside me. I would not do that to him. I would stop thinking about Damian.

“I’m being selfish,” he said, sitting up again. He settled us, pulling my legs wider apart and he peered down at me. “Where’s that little clit?” he crooned. “There she is. Probably very annoyed about being neglected, hmm?” He brushed the hood of my clitoris with this thumb. The sensation traveled all the way through my body, making my nipples tighten. “Sorry, so sorry,” he whispered. “Forgive me?”

I moaned.

“Forgive me and be a very good omega and come on your alpha’s cock,” he said, his voice steady and deep, curling all the way inside me.

I wanted to do exactly that. “Please, alpha,” I said.

He stroked me, his thumb on the outside of me and his cock on the inside, but he was just rocking it into me, so there wasn’t much friction at all, just pressure, so much good, good pressure, and I felt as if my clitoris was caught between his cock and his finger, and he rubbed it from both sides, and it was very fucking good.

I began a steady climb, as if I were climbing a rock face over a rushing river, finding handholds, pulling myself up, and his movements on me were pushing me higher and higher and higher…

Until eventually there was nowhere to go except to dive—high in the air, wind in my face—and then my orgasm smacked into me like the cold water of the river, rushing right through me as I clenched like mad on his cock.

He fucked me gently and steadily through my orgasm, urging me on softly, “Good omega, that’s right, come on your alpha’s cock, just like that.”

When it was done, he met my gaze and confirmed with me that I was finished. And then he stroked twice into me and let go, too, as if he’d been riding his own orgasm for all of that, holding off just for me, and I liked that more than I could have predicted.

“I WANT YOU to know,” I said, my cheek against his bare chest, “that if you came over here and fucked me and now you’re going to be all, ‘But we can’t be together because Damian,’ that I will probably murder you.”

He was fingering the edges of my hair. “Noted. How will I meet my end?”

“I said probably,” I said.

“No plans on how to do me in?”

“Are you going to continue to choose Damian over me?”

“Fuck, does it have to be like that?”

I lifted my head, glaring at him. “You are.”