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Gripping her hip, I practice grinding my hips into hers. I’m barely able to move, but she seems to really like the slow drag of my knot raking against her walls. My cock pulses as my balls get heavy.

There’s no way I’m going to last much longer.

“Please,” she sobs. “Bite!”

I move my hand from her hip to tilt her face to mine and kiss the fuck out of her as my cock swells, filling her with hot jets of my cum.

I’ve never fucked without a condom, and feeling her slick drip out around my knot with every lazy grind makes everything more intimate in a way I can’t explain.

Mostly, I just know I need her to be mine for the rest of our lives.

The connection that comes with knotting is indescribable. I’ve never felt this close to another person before, and the way she kisses me, like she’s as desperate for me as I am for her, isn’t helping shit.

She tastes like strawberries and the future.

I don’t give a shit if it doesn’t make sense. In my perfume-addled mind, it’s all crystal clear.

My orgasm seems to go on forever. Every time it starts to settle, she grinds on my knot, and my cock kicks as pleasure jolts through my body.

I brush my thumb over her cheek and pull back to let her breathe.

“Bite me, Holt!” It comes out as a whine that forces my system into action.

I move to her clavicle, not even the throat, and bite into the soft tissue just above it. I’m obviously gone to the fog, because normally, I understand that omegas beg and alphas aren’t supposed to bite unless we’re really damn sure they know what they’re asking for.

She locks down on my knot, and my balls get tight again. I lap over the bite to clean it. Her small hand cradles my head as I lick my claim and fuck my cum into her for a second time.

“Wow,” she whispers, resting her chin against the side of my head. “That was really hot.”

“Yeah,” I agree breathlessly.

Bishop is probably going to kill me, but at least I’ll die a happy man. The rebounding pleasure of the bond takes over, and it’s all sensation and emotion until we both fall asleep.

Chapter Nine

Vale

Idon’t love how upset Mercer seems when he spots my new bondmark early the next morning. Even after I shower and dress, his gaze stays on my clavicle, where Holt put his claim. It doesn’t stop as we head into the kitchen for a quick breakfast.

I eye him carefully, trying to work up the courage to ask if it bothers him that Holt and I bonded.

“You know I’m happy for you.” Mercy beats me to it, pulling me to him with a hand on my ass. “Dreadfully jealous, but also quite happy for you.”

“I’ll be happy when you finally bite me.” I smile up at him, wrapping my arms under his suit coat to hug him. He bends low, kissing me senseless. It feels like he pours every ounce of his affection into the kiss.

Before we pull back, Bishop’s scent hits me. His warmth appears at my back, and I snuggle into his strong form. He slides a hand between Mercy and me, palming the belly. He didn’t crawl into bed with us at all last night, but he did come to check on me first thing this morning. I wish I knew why he kept his distance. It’s bugging me, even if his smoky campfire smell is a nice distraction.

“It’s very like Holt to bond you before Mercy got the chance,” Bishop says, kissing my cheek from behind. “I felt him join the bond in the middle of the night. I wanted to invite myself in, but I thought I should give the two of you that time together.”

I exhale in pure relief that he didn’t keep his distance because of everything with Cooper.

“And yet, you completely failed to give me any warning,” Mercy says in a droll tone.

An unexpected bark of laughter bubbles out of my lips. I bury my face in his chest, snuggling into him. “You’re so cute. I just need you to know that.”

“Mmm, thank you, love. I’ll gladly take that compliment.” Mercy bends down, kissing my temple. “It’ll be my turn quite soon.”

“Come on,” Holt says, jogging into the room as Bishop steps back. “We’ve got to head out if we want to be there on time.”

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