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There’s something so commanding about him, even when he’s not trying to be alldominant alpha. My instincts love the idea of spinning around, planting my hands on the wall, and doing my best to present, despite the inconvenient location.

As the sticky tip of his crown bounces against my abdomen with each pump of my hand, I really start to wonder if there’s any chance of him actually fitting inside me.

I’m not usually so dramatic, but tearing while giving birth was terrible. I felt healed when he was fingering me earlier, and there really is only one way to find out.

Morris pulls back from our kiss and growls, “I’m close.”

His words roll through my system like he barked and told me to get on my knees. I’m in motion, squatting before I can even process the thought. My nipples tighten, and I know I’m leaking as I lick my lips and eye the precum dripping from his thick tip.

“Arbor,” Morris growls, and once again, it sounds like a warning.

A warning I do not heed because I’m not afraid of him. Also, even the thought of tasting him makes my core extra slick. It’s probably a good thing that we’re in the shower…

Any insecurity fades as I guide him to my tongue. He tastes faintly of coffee anytime we kiss, but his precum is even more potent. Or hell, maybe I’m delusional, and I’m tasting his pheromones from the air.

His shaft sits heavy on my tongue as I hollow my cheeks and wrap my left hand around his knot once more. The appendage vibrates when I apply pressure, but I’m more focused on the way his shaft jolts.

More precum dribbles onto my tongue, making my clit throb. It’s desperate for friction, but I ignore it and grab Morris’s hand, bringing it to my head.

I pop off his crown long enough to say, “Take over. I want you to really enjoy this.”

Morris growls, fisting my hair. “Fuck, sweetheart. I already am.” He takes over, though, and I use my other hand to tease the leftover inches of his length. He reaches down, catching my nipple and rolling it between his fingers while shoving my face deeper down his shaft with the other hand. “Seeing your tits bounce as you get into it might be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He grunts, shaking his head. “It’s a tie with the face you made while coming all over my hand. I can still remember the way your walls clung to me, searching for my knot.” His tip bounces against the back of my throat, and I gag a little. “Shit, I’m fucked up. That actually might be the hottest.”

I moan around him as he lengthens and thickens to the point I don’t think my mouth will stretch any wider. I squirm, still imagining what his cock would feel like if it was inside me right now. My tongue cups the underside of his shaft as I tighten my grip on his knot, and his thighs begin to shake.

“Such a good girl,” Morris growls. “My perfect, sweet omega. I’m there if you want to back off.”

Hell no.

I dive even deeper, ignoring the tug on my scalp.

“Oh, dirty girl, what am I going to do with you?” Morris gives me a little slack, and his cock kicks, spilling hot cum all over my tongue. I do my best to swallow every drop, but it’s a lot. It spills out of my lips as I moan at his taste. I’ll never be able to drink a cup of coffee again without thinking of this. “You’re so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

He runs his fingers over my cheek as I smile like a total weirdo.

He laughs, grinning right back.

My stomach flip-flops at the sight, and I know I’m in real trouble where Morris is concerned. He makes me happy in a way no one ever has before. Hayes and Hael, too, but in ways unique to them.

I’m not sure how it’s taken me this long to realize that my heart is invested. Okay, maybe I’ve been deluding myself for a while because I would be lost without them. It just finally feels safe to hope they feel the same way in return.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Hayes

“How was your date?” Hael asks as Morris comes into the kitchen the next morning.

The big fuckerblushes.His cheeks turn full-on pink as he chuckles, crossing the room and handing Gracie to Hael. “It was a great night.” He shrugs. “Arbor seemed to enjoy herself. You should have seen her in The Divine Omega. We’ll have to make a plan to take her back for birthdays and such.”

He grabs the tie from his wrist and gathers his hair.

The overwhelming urge to stab him with the spatula I’m using to flip the eggs washes over me from nowhere.

That’s a bad sign.

He finally goes on, saying, “I could tell she held back. She only picked two things. We also got a bottle of pheromone-enhancing cologne.” The big bastard chuckles again.

He’s never this jolly.

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