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I speed up my moves, and he tries to match me.

He’s so in tune with me. My thighs are wet.

I’ve never been this turned on.

Waves of pleasure are building through me.

“I’m going to mark your face with my slick.” I clamp my thighs around Cygnus’ face even more tightly like somehow I can both possess and protect him that way. “From now on, you’re always going to taste me on that clever tongue of yours.”

He whines beneath me. The vibrations are delicious.

I pull back for a moment to allow him to take a single, gasped breath, before I settle back.

“Now, make me scream,” I demand.

He takes this as a challenge.

He may not have much energy, but his tongue does. He eats me out with a hungry, desperate fervor.

He fucking worships me.

“Yes, that’s it.” My eyes close, and my breath quickens.

I toss back my head.

Ecstasy is building up like a tsunami through me.

Then it hits.

And he makes me scream.

“Cygnus!” I howl.

He works me through my orgasm, sucking hard on my oversensitive clit.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I never knew that orgasms could feel like this.

I had no idea that I could come so hard and feel so connected to someone.

Now that I do, I’m terrified because if I can’t find a way to win the Omega selection and bond to Cygnus and his Alphas, then it’ll wreck us both.

CHAPTER 7

UBS Arena, New York

“I’m going to be your mascot handler tonight, which I know makes it sound like you’re on show in a circus.” Cygnus laughs. “Actually, after yesterday, I’m pretty sure that you are a wild Puck.”

I snatch Cygnus by his waist and pull him tight against my side. His breath hitches.

I may be dressed up in a mascot costume but I’m still a feral Omega.

And I have just as delicious memories of our time in bed.

Cygnus melts against me, while pretending that he’s only nuzzling the Washington Blades’ mascot in an adorably innocent way.

The audience on the metal benches nearby coo.

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