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I nuzzle my cheek to the top of her head instead. “One day soon, love. I’ll sink my teeth in so deep, you’ll have no chance to escape me.”

“Now! Do that now,” she begs.

“Not until I’m sure you won’t regret it. I still have quite a lot of courting to do until I’ll feel satisfied that I might deserve you.” I groan as her body tightens around me. “Fucking hell, love. Work your hips just like that.”

Her begging moans get even louder as she scratches my chest. It’s intense every time her inner walls ripple. My cock hardens as her tits brush my chest. She freezes, biting my pec.

A feral growl rattles out as I move my hands to cup her hips. I grind her over my throbbing shaft as my impulses scream to bond her. An omega biting an alpha is like the gauntlet being tossed down, but luckily, my orgasm is the perfect distraction. Her pussy locks down, milking my length.

Fire licks from my balls to my spine as my cock jolts, filling her with hot jets of my cum. She begins to move as my body freezes. Her naughty little tongue flicks over my nipple next to the bite mark she left.

“God, Mercy, you feel so good.”

“Mmm,” I agree, fighting to catch my breath. “You too, love.”

The four of us settle in the living room after Vale and I finish our bath. Holt goes to make popcorn while the snuggly little omega and I lie side-by-side on the couch together.

Bishop stretches out on the long end of the sectional sofa and pulls Vale’s feet into his lap.

She moans, cuddling closer to my bare chest. “Really, you’re going to pamper me too much. Then I’m going to turn into one of those rotten, spoiled omegas you always hear about. You’ll be busy trying to figure out how you can get rid of me.”

Bishop scoffs.

I chuckle. “Not a chance. As I’ve said previously, we haven’t done anything to even spoil you yet.”

“This feels a lot like being spoiled,” she says, staring up at me with glassy eyes. “Truthfully, I haven’t felt this safe and protected?—”

“Aww, you’re a very sweet little omega,” I coo, brushing my nose against hers.

“Anyone have any preference on movies?” Bishop asks, scooping up the remote and starting to scan through the choices.

“Nope, I’m easy to please,” Vale says around a yawn.

“Truer words,” Holt calls out from the kitchen.

“Smart-ass,” she mumbles, burying her nose in my armpit.

The sight of it makes me laugh.

Omega impulses are strange, at best, but as a designation, alphas are drawn to protect them above all else. My hand falls to her ass, pulling her even closer. The baby kicks with so much force, it startles me.

“Wow,” I whisper.

“Damn, that actually hurt,” she groans, gently rubbing her stomach just above her belly button. “Seriously, I can’t imagine how much worse it’ll be right before delivery.”

“The book I’m reading says that you’re likely to feel her move less for the final month,” Bishop says without looking away from the television. “She’s running out of room, and the larger she gets, the more confined her movements will be.”

Vale pushes up on her forearm to look at him. “You’re reading a baby book?”

Bishop shrugs a giant shoulder. “It seemed like a good idea.”

Indeed, it is.

In fact, it might not hurt to grab several for two-day shipping. I pat the pocket of my sweats for my phone, but it dawns on me that I left it upstairs, charging in the primary bedroom. More and more it’s feeling like our pack bedroom, but I’m distracted by Holt’s phone lighting up as it buzzes across the coffee table. It stops, but immediately begins again.

“Holt,” I call out, stretching to see who is calling repeatedly. “Your phone.”

“Damn, give me a second. The popcorn only has thirty seconds left,” he replies.

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