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I raise an eyebrow, looking up at her with my cum-covered face. “Please what?”

“F-fuck me. Please. I need y-your…” She trails off, covering her face with her hands again.

Though her embarrassed expression is nothing short of adorable, I’m not deterred. Gently, I move her hands away from her face. “My what? Tell me what you need, and you shall have it. I promise.”

Her eyes, still rimmed with tears, sparkle in the glow of the ambient light. Or maybe that’s just my imagination. Either way, this is a magical moment. Her whole body shivers beneath me when she says, no louder than a whisper, “your c-cum. Your seed. Please, Orri, I’m so empty, I need it, fill me up, please pleaseplease—“

Something snaps within me, and it’s no longer a question. I have to possess her. I have to give her everything.

With a growl, I gather her to me, layering hot, needy kisses on her neck and shoulders while I line up my throbbing dick with her hole. She’s so fucking wet, and when I slide inside, we both let out a long, guttural groan.

It’s not supposed to feel thisright, is it? This safe, like this is where I’m supposed to be? Like this is what I’m made for?

I don’t have time to dwell on those kind of questions, though, because I have an omega in heat beneath me. And I’m going to show her just how an alpha pleases an omega.

This isn’t the first time we’ve had sex, but doing it this way fills me up in so much stronger a way. Before it was purely a physical, mechanical action. An in and out, back and forth designed to reach a goal as quickly and as efficiently as possible. But holding her here in my arms, being able to look into her face as I thrust into her, awakens something deep in my heart I thought died long ago.

Every time I pull out her walls clasp around me, begging me not to go. She wails and clings to me with surprising force, and as my thrusts get longer and deeper, so too do my grunts. She seems to love that, though, giving back just as much passion and enjoyment as I’m giving her, winding us both up impossibly tight until we’re teetering on the point of no return…

A split-second decision flashes through my mind: do I pull out again? I’m not supposed to come in her. I’m not supposed to get her pregnant. Only an assigned mate from the ISA can do that. That was the deal.

I grit my teeth and clench my abdominal muscles as my balls draw up tight to my body. I’m close, so close. With a cry I pull back, ready to paint her skin with my cum again like I did the last time, but then Isabella does something I don’t expect:

She lets out a cry of her own and her legs lift up to wrap around my waist, locking her ankles and pulling me back in. “No!” She pants, her eyes wild. “In me, in me, please, Orri—“

And the feel of her spasming pussy is too much to take — the last sliver of resistance fades away and I let loose. Stream after stream of hot cum explodes out of me, filling her up as deep as I can. The feeling is unlike any other and triggers something primal inside of me, something possessive and dominant and so veryalphait scares even me.

“Yes!” I roar, pushing in as deep as I possibly can. Fuck the ISA. Fuck the rules. She’s going to take every last drop of my cum — because that’s what she needs. That’s what she deserves. An alpha who can fulfill even her most base desires and soothe the raging storm inside her.

As we lay there, entwined and panting, I realize something that tilts my world on its axis. What I did — whatwejust did — I’d never felt anything like that before. Not even with Zannah. And that scares me more than it should.

I don’t know what to make of it, but I do know one thing.

I made two vows to Zannah long ago. One of them was to hold her in my heart and to never love another. And the other? To protect her from harm.

When she fell in battle, I was powerless to do anything about it. I failed my most solemn vow, and all I have left is the last promise I made to her. Even in death, she still has my heart.

And Isabella — no matter how good she feels or howrightthis all seems, deep in my heart — she’s not ready for another man, either. She’s still grieving, and I’m not going to cut that short for my own selfish desires.

I know there’s nothing wrong with what we did. And I know it helped us both blow off some steam. I feel closer to her than ever after we shared our pasts, but there’s one thing that hasn’t changed.

I may give her my body, but I can’t afford to give her my heart.

TRAINING

ISABELLA

At long last, my heat seems to be subsiding. And not a moment too soon, either. The ladies, human and alien, all told me that going through a heat would take a lot out of me, but I never realized just how much. Turns out being maddeningly horny twenty four seven is actually pretty exhausting.

Even if the sex was spectacular. I smile to myself when I remember the nights we've shared in bed. It's not quite the same as I expected it to be with Bjornick, but that doesn't make it bad. Orri is quite the skilled lover, much as it makes me blush to admit it. He had put me in positions I never considered before. He's able to read what I want with only a glance and sends me flying higher than I ever have before.

If I didn't know better, I would try to stay with him. See if I could work out a deal with the Intergalactic Surrogacy Agency. Just this once. But that's never going to happen. Not for him, and not for me.

With a sigh, I stretch out in the huge, luxurious bathtub, letting the scented water soothe away my tired muscles. I was never much for baths before, but I soon learned there's nothing better for a tired, achy omega. The water is able to reach places it just can't in the shower, and laying in the bath as the water surrounds me is like a warm, comforting hug.

That, and this is no ordinary bathtub. It's almost like a small pool, to be honest. I can sit down and stretch out my arms and legs without touching the sides. My head just barely rests on the edge of the tub, letting the water fill all the way up to my neck. And my favorite part? The jets lining the sloping walls of the tub, bringing much needed pressure to those sore spots.

My fingers slip down my sudsy body and come to rest over my stomach before I even know what I'm doing. We've had sex a few times since that fateful night, but he only came in me the once. And I haven't been having any symptoms, so it's quite possible I won't get pregnant.

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