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I lean down and claim his mouth in a kiss, enjoying the way his lips soften under mine. His hands slide up my thighs to cup my ass. When our kiss breaks, we’re both breathing hard. Other things are hard too. I rest my forehead against his and scratch my thumbs over the stubble on his jaw.

“You wanna be a daddy?” I ask, my voice breathy.

He groans, and his fingers press divots into my buttocks as he squeezes. “You know I hate being called that.”

I push him down onto the mattress, and he lets me. His hard cock knocks against mine as I hitch one of my knees up higher and grind. “Called what? Daddy?”

Despite his protests, his cock jerks against me and I grin before I claim his mouth again in a devouring kiss.

Methinks the lady doth protest too much.

When he’s rocking with me and his hands wander to stroke my backside, I nip his lower lip between my teeth and let it go with a wetpop. “I think we should practice making a baby, Daddy.”

Marcus growls and flips us, his weight heavy and solid on top of me. But I’m used to it, and now I find it comforting. One summer he was a gangly boy, and the next he was a muscled Adonis. I can’t complain.

I skim my hands over his chest, enjoying the way he hisses when I touch the marks our omega scratched into his flesh.

What a fierce little omega.

She’ll be a good mother.

A better one than mine.

ChapterTwelve

SAM

She’snapping in the nest again, so I take the opportunity to sneak out and see to a few things. I change my scrubs again, exchanging the old, slick-smeared ones for a fresh pair at the scrub exchange machine. I shovel some cold sesame chicken into my stomach and slam down two entire bottles of water, then take the longest pee of my life, before finally going to see Mary.

“Hey.” I knock on the jamb of her open door, and she looks up from the briefcase she’s packing as she gets ready to leave. “Glad I caught you.”

“Sam! Me too. Come in. Here, I have some more paperwork for you. This patient’s really keeping you busy, huh?”

I take it from her and read the top of the form. “I already have a copy of the courtship request form.”

Mary shuts down her computer for the night. “Read it.”

I do. “They filled it out wrong. Is this a messed-up copy? Why don’t you just shred it?”

Mary sighs. “No, Sam. This one’s foryou.”

“What?”

“They want to court you too. The both of you. I can’t file this form, obviously. You’re not a patient here or an omega, so they didn’t actually need to fill this out.” She grabs her bag and puts a hand on my shoulder. “But I thought you might like to see it for yourself and keep it as a memento. Congratulations. Now I need to lock up. I’ll see you in the morning.”

She ushers me out of her office and leaves me standing there, struck mute and dumb, as she leaves. I read the form again to make sure this is real, and it’s happening.

A pack wants me.

It feels too good to be true.

My heart jumps into my throat like it does when you’re strapped into a roller coaster and it drops, racing down the tracks before it levels out again. My shoulder bumps against the wall as I turn around and walk to the breakroom.

Anthony and Diana are having a conversation about an upcoming concert, and they look up when I stumble in.

“You okay, man?” Anthony asks.

“Yeah, you’re pale. Sit down,” Diana says.

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