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I’ll do anything to ease him. Anything.

He’s mine. My alpha. My barge.

My Tide.

Chapter 8

Tide

Pearl grumbles, rolls over, and resumes her dainty snores in the cutest display of omega disapproval. I bite back a sigh and release a gentle purr as I extricate myself from our tangled limbs.

The radio beeps again. I rise from our thoroughly destroyed nest and stalk across the room to yank it out of the charging station.

After a few sentences, I place it back onto the desk and grab some clothing from the closet before tossing them beside the nest and joining my female. She frowns as I pull her against my side, but wriggles her way on top of me and settles her ear over my heart. Her satisfied sigh fills me with pride.

Despite spending days lodged within her body, I yearn to sink my cock into her and lock us together with my knot.

She tilts her hips and grinds her leaking pussy against my stomach.

It’s all the invitation I need.

She gasps and jerks awake as I surge into her tight heat. Her throaty voice as she speaks my name seals her fate.

I pull her face to mine and hold her captive by her hair as I plunder the depths of her mouth in time with the thrusting of my hips. I invade her with cock and tongue, ruling her entire world and giving her every inch of me.

She accepts me as only an omega can, but more than that, she opens her heart and soul to mine as only my mate would dare.

My Pearl. My tiny treasure.

I growl as my knot expands much sooner than I intend. She moans into my mouth as I cram myself balls deep inside her and lock us together with my knot. Her breasts heave against my chest as she writhes on top of me, still stroking her tongue over mine.

She’s perfection. I fill her womb with my seed and slowly morph our frenzy into lazy greed. We lick and nip. Taste and tease. Worship and enjoy.

She splays her freshly bandaged fingers over my sides and settles her ear over my heart again.

Her stomach rumbles.

With my knot locked behind her pubic bone, I shuffle around until I brace my back against the wall and she sits in my lap with her legs around my hips. Her ragged breathing matches my own. I tuck her against my chest and wait until we settle into the new position before leaning over and pulling the tray off the shelf.

At first, she pushes my attempt to feed her away and mumbles about needing sleep more, but I continue until she accepts. Her stomach rumbles again. She sighs and eats everything I offer, losing herself after a few bites and humming in delight.

When I press the cup to her lips, she wrinkles her nose but drinks a few sips before turning her head away.

“I really don’t want anymore,” she murmurs against my chest.

I set down the cup and frame her face with my hands. She studies me with a mixture of satisfaction and want.

“Your heat broke a few hours ago. How are you feeling?” I ask.

She shrugs before clutching at my neck as the movement shifts my knot inside her.

“Full,” she groans.

I chuckle and nuzzle her temple.

“Good. Expect to feel this way for the next nine months.”

She stiffens.

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