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I barely heard him. The command to come was all I needed to hear before my body shattered, careening over the edge with an intensity that shocked me. The pleasure was more intense than any that I’d felt in my life, including during my heat, and I moaned helplessly as I clung to him and rode the waves of pleasure, writhing on his cock as he continued to fuck me.

He shoved one hand between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit and working it hard and fast as I came down from the orgasm, another already building low in my pelvis.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he challenged. “You can come again for me, can’t you? You’re not going to be satisfied with one little orgasm. Not you, sweetheart. Now, do it. Fuckingcome.”

He pinched my clit, and the mild pain, combined with the way that his cock continued to batter against my G-spot as he fucked me, shot me over the edge of the cliff into another orgasm. My scream of pleasure choked in my throat, and Finn groaned, burying his face in my neck and continuing to fuck me hard.

He made me come two more times after that. Each one was more intense, more difficult to wring out of my exhausted body, and by the time Finn growled in my ear and slammed home, flooding my insides with his cum, I was a limp noodle against the bed. I clung to him with every ounce of strength I still had, and it was frankly a miracle that I was still conscious.

I clenched down with weak muscles as he collapsed on top of me, carefully holding his weight up enough that he didn’t crush me,and I whimpered before burying my face in his neck, breathing in his scent.

“Mmm,” I moaned softly. I mouthed at the skin there and then sank my teeth in, my inner omega preening at Finn’s surprised gasp.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he said, reaching up with one hand and gently tugging on my hair until he detached me from his neck. I growled but relented, dragging my tongue over the marks that I’d left on his skin before I let him pull me away. He rolled to the side and looked at me, both of us making hissing sounds when his softening cock slipped out of my pussy.

“Mmm,” I mumbled, rolling into him. He chuckled, then wrapped his arms around me, stroking his hand over my hair as I cuddled into him.

“You were perfect, sweetheart. So good for me,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I preened at the compliment, then pressed closer. His muscles were loose and relaxed, and even the feeling of his cum leaking out of my pussy wasn’t enough to make me tense up or try to make the moment more serious than it was.

I was sure he would question why I’d been so upset when he’d found me. I was prepared for that, and I would come up with a way to answer him as honestly as possible without making myself sound crazy or paranoid...later.

Right now, I had an alpha who wanted to cuddle me, and that was enough. Both for my inner omega and for me.

24

August

I shouldn’t have acted the way I did yesterday, ordering Elisabed around and telling her she couldn’t leave the house. I felt like a controlling prick, and deservedly so.

I knew it had caused something to change between us. She hadn’t said anything, but I could see it in her eyes.

I did have good intentions—I was only trying to protect her and keep her safe—but I wasn’t going about it the right way. By being too controlling, I was hurting her feelings and disrespecting her. I didn’t know how to strike the right balance.

I was also worried about the thought of Elisabed’s sister being here. I couldn’t shake the suspicion that the girl might be a spy. Or worse, that she had been sent to lure Elisabed away, to pull her from the safety of our territory and into Raol’s reach. If that was true, I couldn’t afford to let my guard down for a second.

I’d spent the entire night prowling the settlement, my senses on high alert, trying to catch wind of any movement, any whispers of her sister. I knew it was a long shot—Raol wouldn’t just send his people in like that, not without some level of caution—but I wasn’t taking any chances. The town was big enough to make picking up any clear traces hard. I kept my distance, blending into the shadows, staying out of sight, hoping for some kind of lead.

But nothing happened. There was no sign of her sister.

By morning, I was already too worn out to be fully functional, but the urgency was still there, the anxiety gnawing at me. When I met up with Marshall and Finn for our usual debrief, I was already running on fumes, not giving myself time to rest or to breathe.

The first thing I noticed, however, was the unmistakable scent of Elisabed all over Finn. It hit me like a punch in the gut, and my eyes narrowed before I could stop myself.

I didn’t know why it bothered me so much. It wasn’t like Finn was doing anything wrong—hell, he was following the plan, as we all had. But it irritated me more than it should. I wasn’t jealous, I was upset at myself. I hadn’t been the one by her side last night, had I? I’d let my fears and stupid anger drive me away from her.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d squandered something precious. The bonding process—this whole fucking thing—was delicate. Every moment with her counted. And now I’d lost a day, time that could’ve been used to solidify our bond. I hadn’t even realized how much it had been eating at me until I saw Finn standing there, too relaxed, too at ease with her scent on him.

He wasn’t the one who had returned to our empty room. He didn’t have to fight his panic to search for her. He wasn’t the one who saw her moments before a potential attack. If I had been a few minutes late, what could’ve happened? I pushed down a growing sense of inadequacy and reminded myself that I wouldn't let anyone get hurt because of my stupidity again.

“Morning,” Marshall greeted me, his voice as low as usual. He was always the one who kept his cool and never let emotions get in the way. But I could see it in his eyes—the same weariness I felt, the same tension in his shoulders.

“Morning,” I muttered, trying to shake off the bad mood that had settled over me like a dark cloud. But it didn’t go away. The anger, the frustration—they were all still there. And if I wasn’t careful, they were going to spill out.

“Anything new?” Finn asked, his voice casual as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. He didn’t even bother to hide the cocky smirk on his face, the one that drove me insane. I’d always known he was good at pushing buttons, but right now, it felt like he was doing it on purpose, like he knew what I was thinking and was enjoying it.

My jaw tightened. “There are rumors about a spy from the Carlisle pack being in the settlement. No confirmation yet, but it’s enough to keep me on edge.”

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