Page 74 of Queen of Spades

Waking up, I realize my skin is soaked with sweat, and it’s not mine. My hand tightens on Annika’s bare ass. She’s got a fever to the point it feels concerning, but omegas are heat resilient. It doesn’t help that she moans into my skin as her hips wiggle. It’s only then I feel exactly how soaked my sweats are with her slick.

Fucking hell.

They aren’t joking about omegas being slick factories. My other hand slides up her back and into her hair. My heart drums in my chest while I try to figure out what the fuck to do. It’s been a long fucking few years of searching for her, and with the way her scent saturates the air, my cock is already rock-hard.

My head swivels to the other bed, and I hiss, “Grady, get up, you lazy fucker.” He doesn’t move. “Goddamn it, Grady.” He still doesn’t move. “Raiden fucking Michaels, wake your ass up.”

He sits straight up, twisting to glare at me. “That was playing dirty. Do you know how unsettling it is to hear a name that died years ago?”

Annika moans and grinds on my cock. The thin pair of sweats doesn’t do much to stop my tip from notching at her opening. I tighten my hold on her ass to keep her in place. She’s not wearing panties, and if she’s not careful, she’ll impale herself on my dick without meaning to. With how slick she is, it won’t take much more wiggling for me to be inside her.

“Huh,” Grady says, shoving himself off the bed. He comes over and kneels beside the bed. “My money was on hate sex the first time.”

“She’s burning up,” I whisper. “And I’m soaked in her slick.”

Grady lifts the edge of the blanket and sticks his head under. “Yup, it’s not unusual for this to happen in the couple days right before the heat hits.”

“Here, you should take her,” I murmur, trying to sit up.

Annika growls, digging her nails into my chest as her head shakes. “No.”

“Ahh, so you can still form words.” Grady chuckles. “That’s a good sign. All right, well, I’m going to hop into the shower if nobody needs me.”

“I have three holes,” she groans. “Where the hell is Ward?”

“Spend a little time with your old friend. You wore the two of us out yesterday. Granddad is probably still in a well-fucked coma.” Grady stands and looks at me. “You do want to take care of her, right, Kane?” He doesn’t wait for my response before yanking his sweats down and aiming for the shower. “If you’re still in need of a knot by the time I get out, you know I’ve got you, baby.”

He strides into the bathroom, closing the door.

Annika grinds over my cock, moaning loudly. “Listen, we can still hate each other and have sex, right? You’ve got a knot. I’ve got a vagina fully capable of locking that knot inside me. It sounds like good times. You feel huge. God, that’s total omega logic, isn’t it?”

My brain is still stuck on the fact she thinks I hate her.

“I don’t hate you, princess.” My voice comes out deep and gravelly. “Do you really think I spent those months popping up at your school, even on my rare day off, to scare away any little fuckers who got too close because I didn’t want you?”

“What?” she snaps, pushing my shoulders until they slam back against the mattress. “You cockblocked me when I went to college?” Her hands slide under the waistband of my sweats, shoving them down. Her bare, wet cunt grinds over my cock. “Then, you definitely owe me repayment of all the dick I missed out on. I thought I was the most unattractive?—”

I growl, rolling us and trapping her to the bed.

“You’re fucking beautiful, and you know it.” My mouth falls to hers as I yank my sweats down, kicking out of them. Her nails scratch down my back as my cock slaps against her pelvis.

“You treated me like the annoying stepsister you never wanted,” she grumbles into the kiss.

It fucking sucks to pull my mouth from hers, but I do.

I hold myself up on one forearm and run my fingers over her pink cheek. “It wasn’t just your age. I didn’t want to end up murdered because I touched you, but when you disappeared, I broke down and told Ranger that you’re a scent match. I made it clear that if I found you, I intended to make sure I didn’t waste my second chance.”

Annika doesn’t say anything to my declaration. She groans, curling toward me as she tangles an arm between us to clutch her stomach.

Shit.

All this is moving way fucking faster than I planned, but she’s about to go into heat any fucking day. Leaving her suffering so I have the chance to court her properly isn’t even an option.

“Oh, fuck, that sucks,” she groans.

“I’ve got you, princess,” I growl, shoving her hand away. My fingers work up the edge of her pajama dress, and I hold myself up enough that I can tug it over her tits. Her skin burns as she fists my cock against her clit, and it only gets worse as I lower over her mostly nude form.

My mouth falls to hers, and I rake my teeth over her lower lip. I’m half feral and on the verge of being lost to the fog because my instincts scream to bite her as her blood fills my mouth.

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