Page 73 of Sawyer

“Your pussy feels so fucking good clenching down on me,” he rumbles in my ear, his voice guttural and primal. “Just like that, princess.”

I grip his arm hard as his hand tightens even more, pressing my fingernails into his skin and leaving little half-moons.

Sin bites my lip, dragging the flesh down, and my lip snaps back when he lets go.

“Are you ready for my knot?” His question is more of a plea, revealing that he needs this almost as much as I do.

“Please.” I try to press down on him, but he tightens his hold on my neck and presses his knot against my entrance.

“Take me in, Sawyer.” His voice shakes, and my belly fills with butterflies and arousal as he presses firmly against my entrance.

His knot presses harder, and he pops in with a little more pressure, sending my body right into an orgasm. I arch into him, my body convulsing, and he holds me through it all, drawing out my orgasm until his seed spills inside me. He doesn’t stop his thrusts, drawing out the pleasure even more and making me come undone again and again.

Sleepily, we lie here wrapped in each other’s arms, his knot locked inside me. I’m dozing when he buries his nose in my hair, inhaling me.

“I thought I loved Thea.” His admission makes my eyes pop open and my heart rate skyrocket. It isn’t ideal to converse about a past lover while knotted and immobile. “We were young, restless, and stupid. I knew our scents matched, and that was all I needed to know to fall head over heels for her.”

I try my best not to freeze up, because Thea was his omega. Scent pairings are sacred. When an alpha or multiple alphas find the scent of an omega irresistible and vice versa, they cherish that pairing. They are honored and revered.

“I loved sneaking into the castle late at night just to prove I could. They always convinced my father it was impenetrable, so I wanted to prove otherwise. I was reckless. A fool. If I had just waited, I could have paired with her when she came of age.” There’s regret in his voice and a deep pain that I’m not sure anyone but Sin can heal. It isn’t the kind of pain he can heal with time either, but with perspective and awareness of one’s own actions. “I didn’t want to wait.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t have a pack,” he says. It’s simple and basic, but an excuse nonetheless. There are so many ways an alpha can find a pack. “The council only wanted to breed their sons with bloodlines that would sire them alpha heirs. Thea’s family wasn’t the most well-known, nor did they come from money. That never bothered me.”

“Omegas are rare,” I whisper. “The council is foolish to only pick certain omegas for their sons.”

“I agree.” He nuzzles me closer. “But they want what they want. The omegas at the castle now are all breeding stock. Have you noticed that?”

“I didn’t, no.”

“I found that odd,” he whispers. “Where are all the other omegas?”

“Beta pairings can’t have omega children,” I remind him. “Hell, they can barely have children as it is, and most only with science. The few born from a beta pairing is because one of them has an omega in their lineage.”

“Except that isn’t entirely true,” Sin disagrees. “The beta population is stable. It isn’t decreasing.”

“What are you saying?” His knot slips free of me, and I roll around to face him. This isn’t the pillow talk I wanted, but the journalist in me is itching to know more. Knowledge is an aphrodisiac, and he’s appealing to me in all the sexy, nerdy ways.

His smile is all white teeth and dimples. “I’m saying that maybe our history is wrong.”

“Go on,” I encourage him.

He rolls onto his back, taking me with him. I lie across his chest on top of a griffin tattoo in shades of gray and black.

“Who writes the history books?” he asks me.

My jaw drops open. “The council.”

He nods. “Have you ever been to the Northern Province?” He’s referring to the northernmost areas in Terra. It’s a beta community that doesn’t allow any other designation to live there, though many have slipped under the radar with suppressants.

“I haven’t.” I would probably be one of the few to slip under the radar, so I could more than likely live there, but they have my face plastered on the news as well. They like me, but they won’t let me live there. It’s against all their rules.

I thought about it often, even if I had to go in disguise and get an entirely new identity and take tonics for the rest of my life.

“They are thriving, Sawyer. They don’t need the rest of us. They are evolving in a way the other designations haven’t. They have their own hospitals where there are maternity wards. They have babies…so many babies.” There’s awe in his voice, a longing for a child he might never have.

“Sin, if what you’re saying is true, that goes against—”

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