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“Please. I. Please. Alpha. I.” I was trying to get better words out but they kept disappearing and wouldn’t stay put.

“Oh, such sweet begging.” Daddy’s voice went deeper as he eased his finger out of my slick hole. “Who’s going to knot you and claim you, little omega?”

“You…oh…” He’d found the good toy. “Alpha…”

Daddy squeezed one cheek as he eased the alpha cock inside me. “That’s right…and what is your alpha going to do to this slick, tight little hole?”

He was going to make me moan and wiggle and clench and beg…yes… “Please…Alpha…please…”

Daddy’s wicked chuckle sent a shiver through me and that just made the cock feel thicker. “That’s right. Your alpha is going to knot his needy omega.”

Oh wow.

He’d figured out the toy.

The knot part got bigger, and every time I moaned, he made sexy, happy sounds, which made me moan more. Then the knot started pressing against my button and he spanked me again. Then everything went fuzzy.

And sparkly.

And warm.

And tingly.

And messy.

And perfect.

Chapter 16

Enzo

“I have the best toys, Daddy.” Nuzzling up against me in the shower, Terrence gave a smiley sigh, still at least half out of it. “But you have the strangest relatives. Do they think the doorbell is broken?”

Before I could answer, he kept rambling. “Mine was broken for a while and it drove the delivery people nuts. I had to get it fixed. The pizza place said if I didn’t, they’d stop delivering to me.”

I managed not to laugh but he made it so fucking difficult.

“Well, I’ll handle that next time.” There would be a next time. Primarily because I seemed to have been the only contractor he’d ever hired who’d actually done the job they were supposed to. “I’m helpful with a house, but all I can do for stupid relatives is batten down the hatches and ignore them.”

He giggled as the doorbell rang again. “Leander would’ve opened the door by now.”

I wasn’tthatdelusional.

“We’re not living in a fantasy land, so we’re going to ignore it until it’s time to go over for dinner. I’d rather be hanging out with you all night and playing anyway, so I don’t have to bepolite.” I’d be vaguely accommodating and that was about it. “So what are we going to do about the doorbell?”

And the way someone had tried to pick my lock?

“Nothing. We don’t hear it.” His confident tone lasted about a split second before he giggled again. “And if they’re naughty, we play theHome Aloneman again.”

He was much more devious than I was…and his brain worked really fast…or maybe it just multitasked incredibly well?

“You’re really smart.” The subtle threat that we’d go allHome Aloneon their asses had the lockpicker backing off with a curse.

I was pretty sure it was one of the youngest cousins because he was easily bribed with alcohol, but it could’ve been any one of them, honestly.

“I can make lists too, Daddy.” He shrugged, sounding very pleased with himself. “I just do fun lists.”

I loved the way his brain worked.

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