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"Alphas who didn't want pushback when they suggested sex instead of a blowjob." Connor shrugged. "At least, that's the locker-room talk I heard."

"It made me want to leave them the fuck alone," I said. "I've never had sex with an alpha."

"Well, I call what we did in the shower sex."

My face burned. He was right, of course. I'd never done more than kiss an alpha because I didn't want to be knotted. Now, it was all I could think about.

"I avoided sex with omegas, too," he said. "Omegas are scared of us, but betas like to play."

My face burned even hotter. "Yes, they do." I'd never had one eat my ass the way Connor did, though. He knew what he was doing with his fingers, and his tongue seemed to defy logic.

"You're not bad, for an alpha."

"As far as omega mates go, you're the best." He grinned. "You're also my only omega mate …"

"Good." The word was more forceful than I'd meant it to be. I couldn't explain it. Connor was mine. I didn't want him thinking about other omegas, and I'd damn well better be his only mate for life.

Where had that thought come from?

I needed to get out of the pheromone-filled suite before I tackled Connor to the bed and rode his cock until it was time to leave. I'd never find a present for my nephew that way.

"Want to look for a Wonderdog 3000 with me?"

"Isn't that the furry robot dog?"

I nodded. "My nephew has been begging for one since last Christmas."

"We can look, but I'm pretty sure they're all sold out from here to Vancouver."

"I don't care. I'll be the worst uncle ever if I can't find this toy." My nephew was a bratty little punk, but I didn't wantto be a bad uncle. I would find him the Wonderdog 3000 or something just as awesome.

"You can't be the worst uncle ever because I am." Connor hung his head and his shoulders slumped forward. As much as I wanted to know the story, it wasn't my place to ask. We'd just met, and while he'd given me two mind-blowing orgasms, I wasn't ready to share generational trauma with him.

He retrieved his fanny pack from my suitcase but left his suit coat and the toy wolf with me, promising he would buy a souvenir in the B&B's gift shop and use their plastic bag as his luggage. I hated that idea, so I bought him a small carry-on like mine while he was busy looking at sea turtle figurines. The rainbow designs were gorgeous, I had to agree, but the plain hard-shelled suitcase was far more practical, even if his puffy coat would take up half the space inside.

I handed him the suitcase while he was still studying the intricate detail on the turtle shells, and he frowned. "What's this?"

"A gift."

He shook his head. "I can't accept this."

"A loan then?" I asked. "When you get home to Phoenix, you can send it back to me."

He looked even more hurt than he had before.

I leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Please, just use the suitcase. I don't want your little dog to get smushed in the overhead bin or stepped on beneath a seat."

"For Wolfy, then." He nodded and a hint of his former grin returned. "I'll do it."

"Thank you."

"You two are so cute," Burt said as he sauntered into the gift shop in plain clothes and no makeup, sending the young girl working the register scurrying for the front desk. "How did you sleep?"

Connor and I glanced at each other, and he grinned. For a moment, I worried he would spill our sexcapades, but he cleared his throat and motioned for me to share.

"Comfortable bed. Can't complain," I stammered.

"Good! I'm so glad!" Burt pointed to the figurines. "They're lovely, aren't they?"

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