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Grayson’s eyes narrow to slits as he whispers in my hair. “That a command or a comment?” But I can’t reply. My whole being is on fire with his engorged knot inside me.

The thrusts grow harder and my nipples scrape against his chest as his balls slap against my wet skin. Our rhythm quickensand I moan, my entire body his. A change washes over me. I savor this feeling, but there’s one more thing I want.

I reach down for his balls, cupping them with my right hand. “Mark me,” I demand. My voice wavers, but I’m insistent.

His eyes continue to sparkle down at me and widen. “Briella Phillips, you are mine, and I am yours. I am all for you, and you alone,” he murmurs. He places his lips to my hot skin. He kisses along my collar bone then presses his teeth into the hollow between my shoulder and neck. And all that is in me clenches and then lets go, as though letting go of every fear, every drop of darkness or worry.

I was never wrong to believe he was what I needed.

I cum for the third time, my body jerking up toward his. As I ride out the electric ripples coursing through me, Grayson whispers. “I promise to take care of you until forever, my angel.”

Breathless, I long to have his knot, his mouth, his hands, his eyes, his soul, until time unwinds. And as his bite marks my skin and his territory for all time, he spills his seed inside me. My core is flooded with his want. The sea roaring up to feel this cove that’s been alone for so long, too long. He fills it to overflowing.

He is mine and I am his, and it was always meant to be this way.

CHAPTER 25

Grayson

Fuck me,she is everything.

I’ve marked her. I’ve fuckingmarkedher. I’ve been inside her. This beautiful Omega that I’ve dreamt about for nearly a decade is mine.Mine.

But. She should beours.

Ronan and Enzo need to know. Ronan isn’t daft. He’ll suspect it. He’s so seemingly psychic he’ll probably text me from Cornwall any second now and ask how it was.

But he’ll also be apoplectic.

Briella and I lean against each other on the floor, our hands intertwined in our laps. She wiggled back into her clothes and I’ve so far got my boxers and top on. I make a move to pull my trousers on.

“When do I get the tour?” she asks softly.

I look up. She has a twinkle in her eye I’ve seen many times. And all those times I told myself I didn’t know what it meant.

Fucking liar.

“Tour of?—?”

She runs a fingertip down my right thigh to my knee. “Your tattoos.”

“Oh!” Oh, duh, motherfucker. She’s never seen them all.

“I forget I have them half the time. I had to wear long trousers to hide them today. Well,” I start. Then I sigh. “How about tonight? Right now I need to check the upcoming tracks and actually do some mixing. Sadly.” She gives me a pouty put-on sad face and we both giggle because it’s so not her.

I’mgiggling.I’m nervous. I’m overwhelmed with love for this woman.

Get it together, Cove.

I pull up to kneeling and look over at the equipment, make a few clicks, and with my ear to the headphones hanging on a hook, I check the levels, make some adjustments, then turn back to Briella.

“Tonight’s fine. Gray—” Hearing her call me that sends a shudder of pleasure down my spine. The pack and Ash are the only ones who shorten my name to my face. Sometimes the media will use it, but I only want people who matter to me calling me anything but Grayson.

Briella hesitates then continues. “Ronan will never accept me. And I don’t know if I can forgive him. Or more importantly, trust him.” She pauses, playing with the hem of her top. Her hot pink-painted nails match her current hair color. But it’s not the bold styles that make her stand out.

She could never blend in, even if she tried. Her laugh, her dazzling smile, those doe eyes. I feel my dick hardening again and I adjust my shorts. Briella’s eyes dart to my hand and she licks her lips.

I cough.

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