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“I don’t want gentle,” I growled back.

“You’re too fucking tempting, omega.”

My chest tightened with excitement at being called omega. I was just an omega getting fucked nice, long, and hard by her alpha. Jeremy’s hands tightened as his pace increased. As I fell forward ever so slightly, the angle changed, and now his cock was roughly raking over my G-spot with every thrust.

I was done for. My ears rang as the blood rushed through my head, making me euphorically lightheaded.

When I fell off the cliff only moments later, it was so intense, my entire body convulsed, and I couldn’t contain my screams of pleasure. My walls clamped down almost violently on Jeremy’s cock, and I could feel it throbbing as he followed me off the edge.

Instead of pulling out as we both slowly came down, Jeremy gently maneuvered us so we were spooning, his softening cock firmly lodged inside of me.

“We should have done that a long time ago,” I admitted between pants when the ability to speak finally returned.

Jeremy laughed, kissed the top of my head, and said, “I firmly agree. I guess we’ll have to make up for lost time.”

I wanted to retort, but my body was sapped of energy, and my eyelids were heavy as I snuggled into Jeremy’s embrace, drifting off into an easy, comfortable sleep.

Chapter 23

Daisy

Iwas bored.

Jeremy was at an all-day practice before a game, and Devon had a contractor meeting he couldn’t reschedule. Not that I wanted him to reschedule anything—he couldn’t stop living his life just because he had a pregnant omega cramping his style.

For the past few months, I had been just fine with my own company, so why was I struggling so much now? Boredom and I were old friends.

Thanks to the laptop they had loaned me, I’d gotten through all my work in a few hours, taken a nap, and had a long shower.

With a huff, I rolled out of bed, ignoring the slight spinning of the room as I righted myself. I really needed to go see a doctor, but the free clinic had very specific hours and long wait times. There was no way in hell Devon or Jeremy would let me go on my own, and I didn’t want to subject them to that.

A snack was the best thing for me, something sweet but covered in salt. The craving had been pretty persistent for the last two days, so I decided it was about time I indulge it.

Padding down the hallway, I took my sweet time; the closer my due date became, the harder it was to walk. Taking thirty steps to get to the kitchen was a full-on workout.

Hands supporting my belly, I waddled down the first flight of stairs.

“Ugh!” The pained groan made me pause—was that me? My condition was messing with me, but I was fairly certain that noise hadn’t come from me. In fact, it had come from the closed door to my right.

“Hello?” I called out, knocking on the door. No answer.

It wasn’t a sexy moan; it was a struggling one. Hesitating with my hand on the doorknob, I took a deep breath, opening the door and taking in the room before me.

It was an office. A very traditional one, with an imposing wood desk and high-backed leather chairs.

That wasn’t what grabbed my attention, though. Nate was on his knees, hunched over, groaning in pain.

“Nate! Are you okay?” I cried, running up to him as fast as my heavily pregnant state would allow, gently grabbing his arm.

“Shit. I’m fine!” he snarled, pulling his arm away from me with such anger, I flinched back at the sheer vitriol in his voice.

“Nate . . . I can help you,” I tried to reason.

“I don’t need help, I’m fine,” he growled.

It was utter bullshit—he was white as a ghost, sweating, and visibly shaking. His dirty blond hair was falling in front of his face, sticking to his damp forehead.

“Yes, you're clearly fine,” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

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