Page 135 of Juliet & Her Romeos

He’s growling now. It raises the hairs on the back of my neck.

Ambrose looks dangerous and so dominant that I submissively bare my neck, pumping my pheromones more strongly into the room on instinct.

At the same time, Vito finally comes hard. Pearly liquid spurts over his stomach.

“Swan…” Vito is dazed but exhilarated at the same time.

He grips Swan’s hand, before turning his head and smiling at me.

Then Vito touches my hip like he needs to feel close to me…like he never wants to stop touching me.

And that’s what tumbles our Chief Alpha into full, savage rut: the scent of his Second Alpha’s cum, mixed with my pheromones and bared neck.

Ambrose lurches up from the chair, ripping off his tie and hurling it across the library.

His growl is loud enough to echo through the dark room.

The shadows play across his rugged features.

Slick gushes in response between my thighs. I purr, spreading my thighs wider in welcome.

“Alpha!” I gasp.

My nipples peak. My skin tingles.

Ambrose yanks off his shirt, revealing his broad, powerful shoulders.

My breath catches.

He’s fucking gorgeous.

Primal, snarling, and dangerous.

Mine.

My Alpha.

Ambrose stalks toward me like I’m prey, then he drops on top of me. His growl vibrates against my skin, as he sniffs along my bared throat.

Then he grips me by the chin and pulls me to face him. He slides his hand to my throat, resting it there lightly. My pulse flutters against his palm.

“I’m going to press my lips against yours,” Ambrose murmurs, “then my tongue will thrust into your mouth — dominate it — and I’ll kiss you, until you’ll never be able to taste anything but me again.”

Then he kisses me just like he promised.

I lose myself in the passion of his kiss.

There’s no time.

No thought.

No worries.

Nothing but the taste of my Alpha.

When finally Ambrose pulls back, his amber eyes meet mine with a dangerous glint. “Are you ready, little Omega?”

I nod.

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