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Her soft giggle has my lips curling, and I squeeze her tightly as I fight to keep my eyes open. My body feels drained of energy, but my soul is overflowing with contentment and joy as I hold my omega in my arms.

Once I feel Cozy’s breathing steady, I let exhaustion take over, shifting onto my side with Cozy cradled in my arms. I wrap myself around her, creating a warm and protective cocoon with my body, and as my eyes close, the outside world fades away. Nothing else exists but her in my arms.

My Dove.

My Omega.

My beating heart.

Eighteen

Cozette

“Cozy? Are you in there?”

My eyes pop open in alarm when I hear Mama Valley calling for me out in my room. I bolt upright from Jeremiah’s chest with a gasp, scrambling off of him so fast that I may have accidentally kneed him in the groin area, judging by the groan of pain he lets out before I shove a pillow over his face hastily. I shush him like a lunatic, my heart pounding as I glance around for my clothes.

I might hold the pillow a little too hard against him, however, because when he rips it away, he takes a deep breath as he tosses it to the side, staring up at me with wide blue eyes.

“Gods, Dove. I make you come so hard you see stars all night, and this is how you wake me the morning after? A knee to my oversensitive morning wood and you trying to smother me to death. At least next time sit on my face instead of using a pillow,” he mutters tiredly, shaking his head as he runs a hand down his face.

My cheeks and throat flush with a blush as memories from the night before flood my mind, the good and the bad.

Everything I experienced with him last night was so much more than I ever could have imagined, and I honestly can’t see how it could get better. He was so attentive, watching my every move and emotion, constantly making sure I was okay with everything he did or told me to do. So intuitive to my needs. But what made the entire experience so much better is how he let me control the situation, while also giving me direction and encouraging me. Something I found I really, reallyenjoyed.

At first, I was anxious and unsure, but Jeremiah’s intense stares, dirty words, and constant assurance awakened a newfound sensuality hidden in me. I never imagined that something as basic asrubbingagainst him could feel so incredible, and the jolts of ecstasy that pulsed through my body with every movement of his naked length against my ultra-sensitive, panty-clad center were absolutely mind-blowing. With his hands and eyes on me, a profound feeling of security and belonging had washed over me. The rightness of everything made my heart and soul settle inside of me, and when I drifted off to sleep, an overwhelming sense of optimism had filled my thoughts, painting a picture of a future liberated from panic and haunting memories.

Naively, I believed that since I was able to handle what we did without a panic attack, it would always be that effortless. But when I woke up a short while later, the memories of my past trauma flooded my mind, shattering the calm and content energy I had felt. As panic consumed me, the lingering remnants of a haunting nightmare played tricks on my mind. The dim lighting made it difficult for my eyes to adjust, and my drowsy mind struggled to remember where I was—to remind myself that I was protected in my haven. The weight of the massive, bare form pressed against me made it difficult to breathe, and the world around me spun uncontrollably, leaving me feeling dizzy and disoriented. In that suffocating moment, my mind transported me back to a familiar room where the stench of my fear hung in the air as the oppressive weight of a monster held me down against my will, and my body became rigid with dread when the person against me moved, my mind racing to prepare for the inevitable pain of a slap or some other form of punishment.

Until he’d grabbed my face and made me look at him,seehim…

With a soothing tone and a hesitant purr rattling in his chest, Jeremiah had whispered sweet words that broke through the vision of the past while planting soft kisses on my face, his warm tongue licking away my tears until my whimpers of terror turned into whimpers of want. When I’d caught my breath, I was suddenly surrounded by Jeremiah’s powerful scent, which instantly stirred up a whirlwind of emotions within me until the intense desire to be enveloped bymyalpha silenced the terrified, broken part of me in my mind.

At that moment, my instincts surged to the forefront, overpowering my panicked mind. Waves of endorphins flooded my brain as I yearned for him to banish the lingering distress from my nightmare with his touch and the intoxicating, blissfulpleasure he’d shown me. The desperation to cleanse my soul of the memories consumed me, causing me to lose all composure as I flung myself at him, kissing him so forcefully that my lips throbbed.

The rest of the night is a foggy blur, but the lingering physical sensations on my body and the emotional imprint left behind on my soul remain. Jeremiah’s touch awakened sensations in me that I had only ever dreamed of, the entire night with him reminiscent of the teenage fantasies I’d once had. His willingness to expose himself to me, without concern for my partially clothed state, only seemed to heighten the desire of our exploration.

It wasn’t until last night that I realized how touch starved I’ve been, as each caress from my alpha had me curling closer to him in search of more. The memory of his touch is like a whisper across my mind, causing a shiver to run down my spine as I think about his fingers tracing every curve, his mouth leaving a trail of heat, and his tongue tracing an invisible path straight to the space between my thighs that made me blush and crave more, the fabric of my bra and panties adding an electrifying element.

“Cozy?”

Mama Valley’s voice is followed by a loud knock on the closet door, kicking me back into gear as I shake my head to clear it.

“Just a minute,” I call out, my voice sounding strangled to my own ears as I glance back down at the massive man beneath me.

Jeremiah is propped up on his elbows, brow raised as he stares up at me, and when his tongue peeks out to swipe across his bottom lip, my stomach flips. I have to bite my lip to contain the whimper that claws its way up my throat with the way his eyes seem to stare into my very soul.

“Stop that!” I hiss at him, smacking him on the chest with a pillow.

“Stop what, sweet girl?” he murmurs huskily as his large hand wraps around my wrist when I go to smack him with the pillow again.

He yanks me down against him, my hands landing on his chest for balance as a gasp of surprise escapes me. When he leans up and licks a long swipe from my collarbone up my neck and over my cheeks, I instinctually search for something to bite down on to keep myself quiet. The closest thing just so happens to be Jeremiah’s chest, and before I can even fully think the thought through, I bend down and bite into his colorful left pec with a soft moan.

He groans, his hands tightening on my hips as his lips freeze on my neck. I don’t bite down hard enough to break the skin, but I know the imprint of my teeth will be left behind and I immediately feel awful. But when I go to get up, he growls low in his throat, making me halt. His bare erection presses into my center and stomach, feeling impossibly hard between my legs. A shudder rolls through me, and I can’t contain the whimper that fights its way out of me this time when he shifts, rubbing against me.

When I’m finally able to pull back, I bite my lip at the deep indentations of my teeth left just above the colorful dragon tattoo on his chest. Running my finger across the mark, I can’t help but frown.

I hadn’t meant to bite him that hard, but in reality, I shouldn’t have at all.

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