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She lifts her chin in the air.

I can’t breathe.

Blood thrashes in my ear as my heart beats wildly against my chest. I don’t ask if she is sure. I don’t because the only thing I want to say is, “I love you.”

She smiles. I press my finger over her lips as I bare my teeth. My hips thrusting back and forth against my knot inside her, and I growl as I come deep inside her and, at the same time, my teeth sink into her throat.

The bond fills immediately as desire, and contentment flows between us.

Only when I stop coming do, I release her neck from my grip. “You’re mine. You’re so fucking mine, Grace.”

She laughs as I lick the wound on her neck. Tasting her blood as well as her sweet perfume.

“Fuck, I’m going to come again.” And I do. “I’m exhausted, but I don’t think this knot is going to deflate.”

She giggles. “Then sleep inside me like you warned me.”

I press my hands on the mattress, either side of her head, and stare at her stunning face. “Are you okay?”

“Better than okay.” She smiles sleepily as I press my lips to hers.

“I love you, Grace. And thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for. I didn’t present my neck because we’re a scent match. I presented it because you make me feel safe.” Her hand strokes over my cheek as she searches my face. “And I love you, Alpha.”

Tears coat my eyes as I press my forehead against hers and give a gentle kiss on her lips.

“I think we need a shower,” she says, smiling against my lips.

“I doubt this knot is going down anytime soon.” Claiming knots are always the hardest to release.

She groans. “Then I’ll stay here and sleep.”

I press another kiss to her lips, feeling her pussy contract around my cock and knot, and loving every second. And I’m not ready for it to end. “You sleep. I’ll wash you when I’m done.”

“You mean, you’re going to fuck me while I sleep?” she asks, narrowing her eyes.

I smile. “I’m going to be fucking you for the rest of your life, baby.”

Chapter 32

Grace

I’m still on cloud nine as I wave at Stanton as he drives away. He’s already late for his training session this morning, yet he insisted on taking me home.

He’s going to talk to Lucas about the three of us and our baby being a family... a pack. I can’t wait, and I hope he gets through to him.

When his car turns the corner, I practically skip into the house, desperate to tell my sisters about my perfect time with Stanton. But as soon as I step inside, I freeze in my tracks.

Standing in the middle of the living room is Senator Hilton. His icy blue eyes are the same as Lucas’ and when they meet mine, a chill runs down my spine.

I rub my hand over my stomach. Instantly dropping it like it burned me.

“Senator Hilton,” I stammer his name, confusion in my tone. “Why are you here?”

I glance at Harlow, who shrugs her shoulders, and mouths, “Sorry.”

“Yes, why are you here?” my feisty sister, Bardot asks, her arms crossed over her chest.

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