Page 36 of Rescue Me

She chuckles, burying her head in my shoulder, nipping at the sensitive skin above my gland. “It’s a lock. All female Alphas have them. It’s how we mate with male Omegas. As for you, it’s how I show you that you’re mine.”

I grunt as she continues to swivel her hips, every move milking my cock until it’s just short of painful but in the best of ways. Her pussy has a vice grip, her lips on my neck forcing me to give in. I swallow back my moans, even as tears glaze the corners of my eyes, threatening to fall. Zana is overwhelming and all-consuming. She’s everything I’ve needed these past few months, grounding me in a way that no one else could. Not even Ethan.

“Alpha,” I whisper again, a moan soon following.

“Let go, baby. Give me this one.”

Heat rises in the pit of my belly as I try to hold on, hoping to draw out this feeling but it’s impossible. I cry out, burying my face in her chest before I press my lips to one of her breasts. She gasps in response, throwing her head back as I try my luck, moving to suck on her nipple, teasing it with my teeth. Seeing her find her pleasure the same way she’s doing for me is exhilarating.

And then I feel it—the absolute need to have her, to hold her,to claim her.

A possessive growl tears from my throat as my fingers dig into her waist, Zana letting out a little moan of pleasure. Before I know it, I’ve slid us off the couch and onto the floor, jackhammering into her pussy like I own it.

I can’t control this feeling as I continue to kiss and nip at her breasts, taking our pleasure to an entirely different height. She wraps herself around me, her fingers in my hair, tugging at the strands until I roar into the side of her neck and spill inside of her. She follows seconds later, her pussy strangling my cock until I come again, whimpering for relief.

“Fuck, Alpha, I can’t…”

“If I didn’t think you were mine before that, I do now.”

I don’t know what she’s talking about. All I know is that we’re somehow locked together and I feel like I need to come again. I also don’t understand why I fucked her so hard. “Zana,”

“Don’t apologize, baby,” she purrs against my head, sounding slightly out of breath. “Goddess, it’s been a long fucking time since someone rutted me. Jesus Christ, I think I’m addicted.”

I blink several times, trying to understand her words as she rolls us onto our side. “Alphas rut, not Betas.”

She smiles, pressing a quick kiss to my nose. “True, for the most part. But that all changes when there’s a female Alpha.”

My mind is swirling, a billion chaotic thoughts running around in my head but there’s one thing I’m no longer confused about. Zana is absolutely my Alpha and Ethan is my Omega. I don’t know why it took me so long to recognize it and even longer to accept it. The silence is broken as Zana starts moving, rocking her hips against me.

“What are you doing?”

“Going for another round. Baby, I told you I was going to be addicted to you.”

I nearly throw out a retort until she tears another moan from my lips, my cock already surging back to life. I don’t think I’m going to get tired of this anytime soon.

Chapter twenty-three

REID

I wake up warm—too warm—and for a second, I think I’m back in the Wilhelms’ house. My chest tightens, and my throat closes up as the ghost of Hailey’s heat scent claws its way into my head. But then I blink, my heart slowing as the soft hum of voices replaces the screaming silence I’m used to waking up to.

I’m not there. I’m here. In Zana’s house.

Her scent is the first thing I latch onto; strong, but not suffocating. It wraps around me, softening the jagged edges of my panic and the tension in my chest loosens just enough for me to breathe. My head rests against her chest, her arms a solid weight around me, like a promise that no one’s going to hurt me here.

“Morning, sleepyhead!” Ethan’s voice cuts through the fog and I blink up at him, my vision still blurry. He’s sitting on the other side of the couch, vibrating with energy again. His grin is so wide it looks like it’s about to split his face in half.

I grunt, my throat too dry to form words, Ethan’s grin only getting wider. He leans forward, his curls bouncing, as he does. “Breakfast is ready! But—” He pauses dramatically, his eyes sparkling. “Because I didn’t know what you liked, I made a little bit of everything.”

“A little bit?” Zana’s voice rumbles through her chest, sleepy but laced with amusement. I glance up at her and she’s cracking one eye open, her lips twitching into a small smile. Her arm tightens around my waist, like she’s not ready to let me go just yet.

Ethan ignores her, launching into a rapid-fire explanation like he’s been waiting all morning to tell someone. “Okay, so, I went to the store, but they didn’t have any bacon—who even runs out of bacon?—so I had to go to the other store across town, and they were out of the orange juice Zana likes, but I found these fancy little croissants in the bakery section, and—”

Zana sighs, sitting up just enough to hook an arm around Ethan’s shoulders and pull him onto the floor against her other side. He squawks, trying to keep talking, but she clamps her hand over his mouth, cutting him off mid-sentence.

“Baby,” she chuckles, her voice full of sleepy affection, “I love you, but it’s too early for this.”

Ethan’s still mumbling behind her hand, his eyes wide and full of mock outrage. Zana laughs, the vibration rumbling against my side. She playfully growls at him, the sound more teasing than threatening and Ethan’s protests turn into muffled giggles.

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