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Three.

Trying to convince myself this isn’t happening so soon again.

Chapter 11

Grace

He stalks toward me.

“Henry,” I warn him with a groan as I shuffle off the nest. “We need to set some boundaries.”

“You’re in your heat. You need to be quick if you want to set boundaries?” He steps another foot forward.

“Wait!” There’s only one I can think of, but he takes my silence as an opportunity to continue. “I–I.”

He ignores everything and stalks closer, and when he reaches me, he presses his hands on my cheeks.

He lowers his face.

My eyes open wide.

He’s about to kiss me.

“We agreed not to kiss. This is just us…” My eyes flick to the nest and back to him. “We’re just fucking.”

He grabs me.

I yelp in surprise.

Our eyes lock right before he fists my hair and slams his mouth on mine in a rough, demanding kiss.

He doesn’t stop.

He is such an alpha.

He’s going to hear my wrath the moment he pulls away.

But he doesn’t pull away. He holds me by the waist and drags my head back by my hair as he slides his tongue into my mouth.

I’m breathless.

His grip is so punishing that I push my hand against his chest and slide my face to the side and take a deep breath. “What the hell was that?” I take another deep breath. “I said no kissing.”

“That’s not happening, Omega. Tonight you’re mine.”

“And we have a deal.” I glare at him, but he only stares back at me in response.

“And you knew you made a deal with an alpha.” His words are rough as his eyes bore into mine. Then his lips turn up as he smiles at me. Perfect white teeth surrounded by lush lips. “The deal was to take you through your heat and that’s what I’m going to do, and kissing you is definitely happening.”

It’s unusual for me to encounter such dominant behavior from men. I had a beta boyfriend, albeit very briefly, and he was the sweetest guy anyone could ever meet. Too sweet for me. That’s why I knew we could never have a lasting relationship.

As he presses his lips against mine again, I’m still bent at the waist. I am not putting up a fight this time. I embrace him and draw him in closer to intensify the kiss. A small sound of begging escapes from my throat.

As he moves away, eyes locked on me, he breathes as heavily as I do.

Suddenly, the invisible knife is back, and I let out a groan of agony. “I need more than a kiss. You have to take my pain away.”

His eyes flare.

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