Page 68 of Marigold Run

I giggle as he squeezes my chest over and over again, making my nipples pucker out. “Are you having fun?” I ask.

“Very much so,” Dassy growls, pinching my inverted nipple. He lavishes it with attention, rubbing and tweaking it. The man looks like he’s in heaven.

“Why do you like my weird nipple so much?” I ask, dying to know.

“I love them both equally.” Dassy immediately switches his attention to my other nipple.

I roll my eyes. “I guess I should be happy you like it.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he says, his voice serious. Almost as if he’s offended. “These tits are the perfect representation of you.”

“What the hell does that mean?” I screw up my face, not sure I heard him right.

“Well, this nipple,” he pinches my inverted nipple, “is shy and timid, just like you when you’re being fucked.” My face warms at his description, but I don’t interrupt. “And this one,” he squeezes my good boob, “is bold and proud, poking out of your flimsy little T-shirts.” He slips his lips right over my ear, whispering, “It’s just begging for a sexy alpha to suck it.”

“Do I know this sexy alpha?” I ask, giving the alpha a teasing smirk.

Dassy’s mouth falls open, but he’s loving the way I tease him. His cock is rock hard and pressed right up against my bare ass.

“You had better watch out, omega,” Dassy says with fake anger, “or I’ll show you something so sexy, your knees will buckle and your heat will start.”

“Yeah?” I blurt out with a challenging lift in my voice. “Show me.” I push away from the counter, turning to look at the alpha. “Right now. Pull out your most impressive alpha tricks and turn me into a slick-soaked puddle.”

“Oh,” Dassy’s smile grows. “You’re in for it now.”

But before he can move a muscle, I run—out the bathroom door, through my bedroom, and straight for my nest. Dassy’s heavy feet are right behind me, but then they abruptly stop, right at the edge of my nest. I admire the defeat on his handsome face as he takes a careful step back.

“You really won’t come in without my permission?” I say the words like they’re a question, but I already know the answer.

“I really won’t.” All his humor is gone, and a very serious alpha has taken his place. An alpha who wants nothing more than to make me feel loved and respected.

There are so many things in my life that have gone wrong. My family’s death, living on the run, my mountain of mistakes, but letting this pack claim me might be the only thing I’ve done right so far. I still have a mission. There are things Ihaveto do, but when I’m done, I might want to come back here.

“Alpha?” I hold out my hand, waiting for the alpha to look me in the eyes. “Will you come into my nest?”

The playful glint in Dassy’s eyes shifts, replaced by gentle shock. “Really?” His blue eyes flicker to my hand.

“Yes.” I hold my hand a little higher, very aware of the fact that I am completely naked.

Dassy kicks off his shoes, then he takes a deep breath, before placing one foot into my nest. He sinks into the mattress, testing the weight as he bends down to keep from hitting his head. I settle onto my knees, urging him to do the same so he doesn’t have to stand at an awkward angle.

“Better?” I ask, positioning myself directly in front of him.

Dassy inhales deep, pulling in the full scent of my nest. “It smells amazing.” His voice is a deep rumble that shoots straight to my core. “So potent.” His eyes float closed as if cherishing the moment.

Everything about this moment feels so right. My nest. The alpha. Even the pack downstairs. They were never something I wanted, but this place somehow became my home.

“Dassy?” I rest my hands against his chest, pressing my breasts against his firm body. “Kiss me.”

A pleased hum drifts from Dassy’s chest as he lowers his head. One big hand circles my waist while the other cups the back of my head. For a moment, he just looks at me. Our mouths are hovering so close as he drinks in every inch of my face. And then he kisses me. And it’s like every kiss we share—slow, intense passion.

Opening my mouth, I silently beg for his tongue, pushing my hands into his short hair. The alpha growls as his hands roam, slipping down the length of my back and squeezing my ass hard. A spark of something wonderful flickers within me, and slick begins to gather,

“Alpha,” I whimper against his tongue. “Please.”

Dassy’s hands freeze and his mouth slowly closes. Then to my horror, he breaks the kiss. “I’m sorry,” he pants. “I can’t.”

“What?” I ask, so confused. “What do you meanyou can’t?” Especially, since I can feel his thick, hard cock pressed up between us.

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