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“Yes?”

I look up at my alpha. “I need you.”

CHAPTER TEN

BEN

“I need you.”

Between the glazed look in Ryder’s eyes and the desperation in his voice, I’m moved to action. This protective instinct rises up inside of my chest, my inner alpha coming to the forefront of my mind and demanding we take proper care of our omega. I would be a fool not to listen.

“I’ve got you,” I murmur, kissing his lips one more time before I’m moving. Gripping Ryder’s hips, I flip him over so that he’s on his belly.

Without missing a beat, Ryder gets up on his knees. He’spresentinghimself for me. Fuck. My mouth waters and my heart races. His ass is so fucking gorgeous, his thighs toned and strong. His hips sway back and forth, enticing me even further. God,my mateis so fucking sexy and even the idea that Ryder ismy matestill sends my mind reeling.

“I’ve got you, baby,” I say again, more to myself than to him. I grab his ass cheeks in my hand, squeezing just so I can hear him moan for me.

Fuck, Ryder makes me feel so empowered, so in control. I love him so fucking much and I can’t wait to take care of him. He’s so vulnerable, yet trusts me with abandonment. The feeling he’s giving me makes my head spin but I do my best to stay grounded.

Using my thumbs, I pull his cheeks apart, spreading him so I can see his hole. It’s pink and wet with slick. Fuck, I’ve never thought someone’s ass wasprettybefore but staring down at Ryder like this, that’s the only word that comes to mind.

“Ben,” Ryder whines, looking over his shoulder at me. “Stop fucking staring anddosomething. Please!”

I smile down at him, slapping his ass cheek in response before leaning down and blowing over his hole. A full body shudder goes through him, his hands fisting the blankets beneath him. I think I’ve made him wait long enough.

I lap over his hole and his entire body goes tense, a whine sounding through the room. Fuck, he sounds so desperate and his heat has only begun. I lick over his hole over and over until he’s a squirming, moaning mess below me, his hips pushing back and chasing my tongue every time I pull back to breathe. The smell of his heat and his lust rise up in the room, a smoky caramel that drives my inner alpha absolutely feral with need.

I want to be inside Ryder. I want to fuck him and knot him and mate him all over again. I’ve never had a drive like this before and instead of shying away from it, Ryder makes me feel free enough to pursue it, to let it in, to let it take over.

“Ben! Fuck. Right there. Please!”

I reach beneath Ryder’s legs, stroking his cock with my left hand as I tongue-fuck his ass. I wiggle my tongue around, wedging it into his wet hole as best as I can. His slick tastes so fucking good and I know I’m getting drunk off of it, but I don’t care. I chase the taste, trying to get as much of it as I can. My hand tightens around his cockhead and a moment later, Ryder’s body is going tense. His cock grows impossibly hard in my grasp before it’s jerking, cum splashing from the tip onto the bed below him.

“Oh my god! Fuck!”

I keep stroking him through it, wanting him to get as much pleasure as he possibly can, wanting this to be the best heat he’s ever had. There’s a primal part of me that wants to be better than any sexual partner Ryder has ever had. I want to be so good that the others can’t even compare.

Ryder’s body slumps but his cock is still rock hard. He needs to be fucked. He needs me.

“Do you need a break or do you want me to fuck you now?”

“Now,” Ryder says, his voice slurred with lust. “Now, alpha. Please.”

I grip his hips, hauling them into the air so I can position my cock at his hole. I wait a moment, making sure he’s actually ready. The moment he pushes back, seeking out my touch I plunge forward.

“Jesus Christ,” I hiss out as the scorching heat of Ryder’s ass encompasses my dick. I close my eyes as I sink all the way in.

God. Fuck. Holy shit.

He’s so wet and hot and tight around me. It’s overwhelming in the most wonderful way.

I carefully lay my body against Ryder’s back, pinning him against the bed. He whines at the sensation, his hips rising up and trying to thrust back against me, but he can’t. I slowly pull my hips back before slamming forward again. I fuck him like that, with long, slow thrusts until he’s practically sobbing beneath me, begging me to go faster, to go harder.

I tuck my face against the back of his neck, breathing him in. I bite him gently. When I get a pleased moan in response, I do it again. And then again. Until the back of his shoulders are covered in pretty red marks and the indents of my teeth. God, how could he possibly get any more beautiful?

“I’m gonna make you come,” I tell him, my voice husky and deep even to my own ears. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, Ryder. Do you wanna come, omega mine?”

“Please, Ben. Please. Make me come, alpha.”

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