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“More,” I whisper, my eyelashes fluttering.

“Attagirl,” he grunts. “So fucking perfect. I’m going to push you until you feel as if you’re close to bursting, baby. Lean into it.”

My fingers move as of their own accord until they’re curled around his strong bicep. He’s wearing a tank-top with large arm holes that expose his strong, lithe body. His joggers show off the erection he’s sporting, but all of his concentration is centered on getting me off, calming the heat. I have no idea how long this will go on, but he’s in no hurry.

“Evan,” I whine, the fingers of my other hand curling into the sheets. He’s completely responsible for my orgasm.

“Shh, I know. I’m not going to edge you,” he promises. “Take what I’m giving you. I bet you’re clenching around this thick dick, aren’t you? How do the piercings feel?”

“Yes,” I rasp, my lids hooding as I concentrate on his words. “The toy is thick, and I feel full, yet I know I can take more. Fuck, just like that. Yes. Ugh, oh God.”

“Words, baby. Say my name when you come, Aisling,” he insists.

His words are strangely similar to Aiden’s in the alley, but I feel a wave of pleasure as the toy twists and moves over my G-spot, taking away my breath. I suppose everyone wants to hear their name, feel special, because it’s the best way to show someone they’re seen.

My toes curl in pleasure as I keen, panting as I struggle to take this toy’s knot. It’s so much hotter knowing that Evan is in charge of my pleasure, the lick of heat over my skin threatening to scorch my sheets.

I can feel a rush of slick being stopped by the knot as it fills me, and all I can do is writhe as it finally pops into place. A touch of a button makes it begin to pulse and fill the knot even more as it fucks me from the inside.

Holy fuck, it’s overwhelming. My chest heaves, making my breasts heave, and Evan leans down and sucks one into his mouth. His subsequent bite down on my soft, overheated flesh makes me scream in pleasure, breaking me apart.

My release goes on for ages as my toes dig into the mattress, my pussy clenches around the vibrator, and I cream for this beta who took the time to take care of me.

As blackness takes over my vision, and the world goes dark, I confess to myself that this could be the beginning of something. Maybe not forgiveness, but definitely a possible turning point.

Chapter 29

Evan

The door opens behind me as my fingers move up to check her pulse, breathing a sigh of relief when I find it’s strong. The knot has an emergency deflate button, and I push it, so I can remove it slowly from her pussy.

The door is pushed open, making me glare over my shoulder. Aisling was very clear about what she wanted.

“We aren’t coming in,” Caelin promises, leaning on the door. Aiden is sitting on the floor, while Domh leans on the wall across from the room. “Did she pass out?”

“Yeah,” I grunt, tossing the toy to the side as I gaze down at her. Sighing, I cover her with a thin sheet, looking around as I notice articles of clothing and a blanket that belong to us. “She added our things to her nest, guys.”

“Me too?” Aiden asks, eyes widening as I pick up a shirt to show him. It smells like fresh sweat and Aiden.

“She wanted us close, despite all the bullshit we’ve given her,” I rasp. “Why doesn’t this heat feel as if it’s as bad…”

A bottle on the nightstand catches my attention and I turn toward it. Aisling whines in her sleep, making Aiden tense.

“Touch her face,” he growls. “It helped when she was under sedation.”

Cupping Aisling’s face, I pick up the bottle, but it’s unmarked. Popping the top, I stick my nose inside and inhale deeply. A chemical-like smell makes me cough, raising my head in disgust.

I can almost taste it on my tongue. Gross.

Aisling’s temperature is already breaking, her body calming quickly. Is it possible it’s already over?

“Who did she get these from?” I ask, worried. If she got them off the street, they could be seriously dangerous.

“Corbin runs a large portion of the scent blockers, descenting products, and suppressants you’ll find in Minneapolis,” Aiden grunts. “He doesn’t fuck around so much with hard drugs, though. I could see her reaching out to Shaw and Pack Mohan for them.”

“I’m surprised Shaw gave them to her,” I mutter.

“We’re the enemy,” Aiden sighs. “Aisling doesn’t want to be a slave to biology when she doesn’t trust us to take care of her needs and wants. I can absolutely see Shaw being moved to help her. She’s practically family.”

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