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“Yeah?” I growl between licking and sucking her neck.

She wiggles against me as my hand slides up her thigh and under the material of her silky dress.

“Y-You,” she moans. “I want you.”

I kiss my way from her neck to her jaw to her plush lips. I’m so preoccupied with sucking in deep hits of her scent that I barely register her cool fingers brushing my lower stomach as she works my belt open.

“Are you sure you want me?” I ask, my lips brushing hers. “Or would any hard cock do right now?”

Her sharp teeth dig into my lower lip as she nips at it. “I said I want you, and I meant it.”

She’s so fucking potent, it makes me foggy just breathing in her pheromones.

My hands cup her ass, and I lift her to sit on the counter as I settle between her thighs.

She tugs me closer, using the front of my jeans as leverage. Once I’m within reach, she hungrily attacks my mouth.

It’s cute.

Or it would be if I wasn’t acting like a feral alpha.

Our tongues dance in the air as she pops the button on my jeans. The backs of her fingers brush over my lower stomach as she caresses my skin.

I’m a little surprised she doesn’t grab my cock, but it’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone that I’ve almost forgotten what I’m supposed to be doing.

It’s been six long years of being Locke Beckett, Will’s number two.

I spent the first few years after leaving New York trying to get my footing. After I established the basis for my business connections and brought Will on, I lived my role.

There was more on my mind than women or even casual hookups.

My hand slides up the back of Laken’s neck and into the hair at the base of her skull while I bring the other between us to tease the front of her panties. Her heels hit the tile floor, and a second later, her feet dig into my ass. She tries to pull me closer as she begs into my mouth.

I give her hair a solid tug, and it only makes her more ravenous as she wiggles her hips. “Do you need more, kitten?”

She nods, pulling her lips from mine in the process.

“Please?” Her nipples pop through the fabric of her thin dress, and it’s clear she’s not wearing a bra.

I’m more transfixed by her swollen, pink lips and the way her chest rises and falls in rapid pants. My cock jerks in my jeans. It’s so hard, I’m surprised it hasn’t busted through my zipper.

Laken grabs the bottom of my shirt, ripping it up and trying to pull it off. I have to release my hold on her to make it happen, but I help her get it off and toss it toward the living room.

The little omega does the same with her dress, and the edges of my vision get hazy as I take in her bare tits. The sight of her tiny pink panties, drenched in the front, makes me growl.

Laken’s head snaps to the side, and she bares her neck. I’ve never been with an omega, but the move is one hundred percent true to her designation. The whine that slips from her lips as her shoulders tremble pushes me over the edge.

“Arms back,” I growl, yanking her hips to the edge of the counter. Using my hands under her ass, I’m able to pull her panties off in one swift move. I shove them into my back pocket and hit my knees.

Luckily, I’m tall as hell, with a long torso. It puts her slick cunt only inches from my face.

She bites her lower lip, staring down at me as her shoulders tremble.

“You know you’re fucking beautiful. You get that, right, kitten?” I kiss my way up her right thigh. She’s got kind of a pear shape, and I’m fucking enamored with every curve. “You smell like cherry pie with vanilla ice cream. Like a perfect dessert just waiting to be devoured.”

“Locke,” she moans.

I lick over her hip bone, and Laken huffs. Her fingers dig into my long hair, and she yanks my mouth to her pussy before spreading her knees even wider. It’s ridiculously cute that she’s willing to shove me where she wants me to go.

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