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There was a metallic ping as a chain link gave way. We tumbled to the floor. Nico pushed me to my back, slamming intome. I screamed as I came again and again with each thrust, each time his knot crashed against me.

I opened my legs even wider for him. I opened everything for Nico, my heart, my soul, my aura. As his knot passed the ring of tight muscle, his aura dipped into mine. He continued to thrust, despite the clenching lock of my pussy. Any pain that should have been there morphed into pleasure so intense it did in fact, hurt.

But I couldn’t stop it, I wouldn’t stop it. As Nico filled me, we blended, his cum and my slick, his aura becoming mine, his scent everywhere on me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, knowing I would never let go again.

A final scream and Nico released into me again. My pussy was raw and overly sensitive, I felt his cum and every ridge of his knot.

With a sobbing breath, he collapsed on my chest. “Moxie, oh god, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” The apologies flowed into a rhythmic river of words.

“Hey, hey, Nico,” I cooed, picking up his head so he could see me. But he was heavy, so heavy it was getting hard to breathe.

I pushed with my foot on the floor, using all my strength to shift his weight. He finally got with the program and rolled over. I moaned through clenched teeth, as the movement erupted in lava-like orgasms. I breathed and focused on my clenching muscles so as to not trigger another rut response.

Through panting breaths, I grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me. I could see it in his eyes, what he had done, or what he had thought he had done.

“I’m right here, Nico. We’re not going to get weird about this right now. You’re fine. I’m fine.”

He made a strangled sound and banged his head on the floor. I slipped my hand under his head and bit back the pain.

“Shhhh, Nico, breathe.” I curled both arms around his neck and used all the strength I had left to bring him to my neck.

I wrapped my scent and aura around him until his breathing began to slow. I whispered nonsense into his ear. When his head grew heavy in my arms, I gently rested it on the floor. I pulled back and studied him. This wasn’t sleep, not really, with his aura swirling, it was somewhere between passing out and coma.

I laid my head on his chest. His heart was beating erratically, like the drugs were playing tug of war with his heart rate. I lifted my hand and saw my own aura for the very first time. It was electric blue, and it danced with Nico’s orange.

Chapter 41

Star

The buttons plinked loudlyas they hit the floor in my empty apartment. I took some slow breaths and concentrated on removing the shirt without added damage. The constant, nonstop anger made my fingers clumsy with unwanted alpha strength. Pay and Win had been blowing up my phone, and I was done with it.

An uncontrolled growl ripped out of me at the small knock at the door.

“Pay, I really don’t need a fucking babysitter,” I said, throwing the door open.

Her long blonde hair pooled over her shoulder. It was a golden blonde, not the shocking white of Moxie’s. She was wearing a simple shift dress in pale green. It left her arms bare, and that somehow made her look fragile, which was insane considering her alpha was Beg.

I had known a beta was the third in their pack. Win had run a background check on her, but my brokenhearted brain had refused to retain any of that information.

I did not invite her in but gave her my back, leaving the door open. She could choose to follow me into the kitchen or not.

I picked up the discarded shirt and pulled it on before getting bottled water from the fridge. I took one out for her too, leaning across the island counter to place it in front of her. The plastic top made a cracking noise that filled the silence between us.

I wondered what Moxie saw when she looked at her. She was my brother’s packmate, which made her automatically dangerous. She could be his pawn, his tool. She could be here on his orders to finish what he’d fucked up with the dinghy race.

Or she could hate him like Nico did. She could be in Beg’s pack under a similar sick arrangement like Nico.

Nico had protected her in the Vig. He’d put his body between her and the charging alphas in the room. Moxie had protected her, too. Moxie stayed in Beg’s territory for her.

She didn’t flinch or cower under my inspection, like she understood why I’d be wary.

“I don’t know your name.”

“Lana Wright.” Her voice was rough, like she had been screaming at a concert for hours.

The silence stretched between us, but it somehow didn’t feel uncomfortable. I leaned across the counter. She flinched. Moving slowly, I twisted the top off the bottled water for her. My brothers would be impressed with my manners. Her fingers came to rest on the bottle, but she didn’t drink.

“Can I have the ring?”

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