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Her fingers sank into my hair and I knew I was done for. She yanked and my eyes rolled back—my dickthrobbing.

Right now, I’d do anything she wanted and I had a bad feeling she’d just figured that out.

CHAPTER 30

Frankie

“Soren.”I tried to let go of him, but my hands slid up his neck and buried themselves in his soft hair. “This isn’t right. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

He groaned against my throat when my hands gripped his hair tight, as if my own body was going to fight me just so we could stay here like this.

“But you feel so good,” he practically whimpered, his cool breath tickling my ear. “You smell amazing. I want to taste you.”

His words scrambled my brain and I hissed in a breath when I felt his sharp canines scrape against my pulse.

I really needed to stop this because Iwantedhim to mark me. I wanted to grind against him until I finally got the orgasm my body was promising me it could have – one I’ve never been able to experience before.

It didn’t make any sense. How was he doing this to me?

His large hands gripped my ass so hard I could feel him spreading me as he guided me up and down his length. His face in my neck made it impossible to ignore just how harsh his breathing was.

Soren was panting and groaning and generally making me fuckinginsane.

The hard length of him rubbing against my pussy was better than anything I’ve ever felt before.

Yeah, I’ve had sex, but it wasn’t anywhere close to this.

Small orgasms were what I was used to. They were just a little extra pulse that made me throb a little harder, but I’ve never had anything close to what I’ve heard a real orgasm should be like.

I don’t know if it’s because I was an alpha who wasn’t sexually attracted to omegas, or if it was because I’ve just never been able to experience it since most of my sexual experiences were when I was the dominant one, but either way I just couldn’t orgasm the way I’ve seen my sexual partners do.

And yet…

Soren had me right on the edge and my body was so desperate for it I couldn’t stop myself from rocking against his hardness, the knot at his base pushing against my entrance and making me seriously consider just stripping off my shorts to see what it really felt like.

His fingers suddenly dug into my flesh like he could smell that thought on my skin and I couldn’t help my gasp when I felt the pressure build until it was tingling, ready to pop at a moment’s notice.

His deep woodsy scent was getting stronger and stronger.

Soren was grinding up into me and I was holding him so tight, taking his rough thrusts and sinking my teeth into my tongue so I didn’t whimper.

The taste of blood filled my mouth and I pressed my forehead to his, closing my eyes so I could get a fucking grip.

I had to stop this.

But his frenzied movements and jumbled words made me think he was about to go into rut and just thethoughtof that had my pussy clenching.

“Shit, Frankie?—”

“Shutup.” I covered his mouth with my hand and tried to catch my breath, but I was breathing just as hard as he was.

He was really testing my resolve, obeying instantly other than a small groan against my hand.

I wanted to hear himbeg—wanted to feel his teeth in my throat and that thought was how I knew I might actually be the one about to go into rut.

The problem was, I couldn’t stop this. My body wouldn’t let me.

Every time I tried to let go of him, I ended up even closer until I was practically plastered against his chest.

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