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Soren let out this tiny little moan when I wrapped my hand around his tip and it made my mouth water.

I stroked down when he moved my hand, squeezing the knot at the bottom as I pulled off my last scent blocker. His precum made his dick slick enough I could slide up and down without making the pain worse.

With each stroke, I released the tiniest bit of my pheromones to soothe him and he started jerking up into my hand, the cum spurting up to hit his chest, soaking his shirt with thick white streams.

He looked fucking beautiful with his head thrown back and his throat exposed to me, but I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of an effect my pheromones were having on him.

Were they going to send him into a rage or make his rut worse? I honestly had no idea.

The only alphas I knew who successfully helped each other were my brothers-in-law and it wasn’t like I could call them up right now and ask them what I was supposed to do.

The only thing I could do was get him off as many times as possible without letting him do the same to me. I couldn’t afford to lose control of my pheromones and the orgasm I knew he could give me would do just that.

If I lost control…I couldn’t think about that, or I’d freak out and set off his instincts anyways.

What those instincts would tell him to do, I had no idea.

I may be one of the best profilers in the country, but Soren Hart was impossible for me to read. I just didn’t know him well enough to know for sure how things would go, and if I fucked up and got this wrong, one of us could end up dead.

Or both.

CHAPTER 40

Frankie

I started strokinghim again and Soren lurched up, grabbing my wrists to stop me. “Frankie, that’s enough.”

Yeah, normally I’d agree, but I wanted him as compliant as possible before I put this ridiculous thing inside me.

“One more time,” I murmured as I watched my hand slide up and down his thick, hard length.

It hadn’t softened at all.

“Come for me one more time like this and I’ll reward you, okay?”

His grip on my wrists loosened as he tried to process that, lips parting when I slid his cum over his tip and then all the way down to his pulsing knot. He watched me stroke him, gaze fixed on my hand and the way it moved.

I grabbed his shirt with my other hand and offered it to him. Soren took it between his teeth without having to be told and my entire body tingled at the sight of him.

“Good boy,” I praised.

His eyes flicked up, meeting mine with this adorable, hazy look in them.

He looked beautiful.

All wild and feral yet still so willing to do what I wanted. I don’t know why he was like this but I loved it. I loved how easy he was to direct despite all the raging pheromones of his rut coursing through him.

I looked down and watched how his dick pulsed under my attention. I couldn’t help but admire it. He was huge but it was also kind of pretty with the way the secondary knot was closer to the tip than it was for most alphas.

“Frankie.” Soren groaned, the shirt falling from his mouth.

His voice was still just as deep and soft as it usually was, but he sounded absolutely wrecked and I wanted to hear his voice crack from the overwhelming sensation of my lock squeezing him so hard every last bit of his cum would be mine.

“Almost there,” I reassured him.

Picking up the pace had him shaking and I shoved his shirt back into his mouth, keeping my eyes on his the whole time. He was already so close. He just needed a little push.

“I want to see how far it goes this time,” I told him. “So won’t you be a good boy and come for me?”

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