Page 69 of Three of a Kind

Bite a foggy omega.

Apparently, every ounce of intelligence I possess slithered away about the time my knot locked into place.

The whine in her tone has my teeth digging into the top of her shoulder before I can so much as continue to chastise myself.

Every gyration of her hips has my pleasure teetering closer, but the way her core convulses in waves sends me over the edge. Or maybe that’s the way the bond explodes in my mind. Her scent is everywhere, but sensing it inside my consciousness takes my damn breath away.

Her pleasure slaps into me in the bond, and my knees wobble as I focus on trying to keep both of us upright.

It’s intense.

My instincts scream to trap her to the mattress and rut her full of my cum, over and over.

I do manage to hold back from that for the baby, but I come, rambling thoughts of breeding her…

Which makes exactly zero sense.

Being an alpha is complicated at the best of times.

Chapter Twenty

Brooklyn

As soon as Gunner’s knot releases me, I try to make a break for it.

“Where are you headed?” he asks, rolling to face me as I search around for my dress.

“I need to check on Libby. It’s been a while. I don’t want her to think I disappeared.” My hands shake as I try to fight the panic filling my chest.

“I highly doubt she feels abandoned in the span of a few hours,” he muses, climbing off the bed. “She’s got Maverick and Nova to keep her entertained, and she saw for herself that you were here.”

Bringing a hand up, I rub at my aching eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

He pulls me against his nude form, running his hand down my spine. “Are you even a little excited? All I’m getting is pure terror, and it’s really fucking with my head…”

I tilt my head to study his face. “Are you?”

“Hell, yes,” he growls, bending to capture my mouth.

It’s a tantalizing kiss, made more intense by the awe radiating in the bond that comes from him. His huge hand tightens on my butt cheek, and it sends a sizzle throughout my entire body.

I pull back to breathe as my hands land on his chest. “You aren’t angry with me?”

“Goddamn,” Gunner mutters. “I can’t wait for the day I get to slit your ex’s throat.” He frowns. “I shouldn’t have said that.” His itchy beard scratches against my cheek as he nuzzles his face to mine. “If anyone should be upset, you should be angry with me. I know the rules about biting a foggy omega, but everything was hazy. I couldn’t deny you anything, gorgeous.” His words make my stomach dance with butterflies.

“I am happy,” I assure him.

My heart races as he gives me another quick kiss.

I’m still not convinced all of this isn’t a dream.

“Come on, we definitely need to shower before we step out of this room.” He grins a cheesy smile. “Although, my instincts are quite smug right now. You’re absolutely soaked in my cum.”

I bite my lip, shaking my head as I smile. “You’re bad.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

Gunner and I share a quick shower, where he tells me all about his medical history again in case I was too foggy to remember the first time.

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