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"Ours," Cole rumbles, pulling me against him.

"Yours," I agree breathlessly.

And in this moment, I am completely, utterly theirs.

CHAPTER 45

COLE

My heart thunders in my chest as I watch Bella. The sweet aroma of her heat saturates the air, swirling through my senses and clouding my thoughts until I can barely concentrate on anything but her desire. Her skin has a faint luminescence from perspiration, her pupils wide and dark, her breathing quick and shallow.

She's the most captivating sight I've ever beheld, and I don't deserve to even behold her.

But she asked for me. Specifically me.

"Cole," she whimpers, extending her hands toward me, fingers quivering. "Please."

That single word unravels something within me. I've spent years keeping my alpha nature firmly restrained, but her plea tears through my control effortlessly. Every fiber of my being demands I claim her, mark her, make her mine in the most basal way possible.

Troy shifts beside us, his golden skin flushed with desire, his eyes fixed on Bella's expression. "Tell us what you need, princess."

"Everything," she gasps, her spine curving as another surge of heat washes through her. "It hurts. So empty."

The distress in her voice cuts through my hesitation. During heat, an omega requires physical connection—needs fulfillment, completion, bonding. The biological drive is ancient and undeniable. My erection strains painfully against my restraint.

"I'm here," I say, my voice harsh and unfamiliar to my ears. Moving closer, I position myself between her parted thighs. Her underwear is drenched, the cotton fabric adhering to her swollen flesh. Her arousal's fragrance is mouthwatering.

With careful movements belying the urgent need coursing through me, I hook my fingers under the waistband of her panties. "Can I take these off?"

"Yes," she moans, raising her hips to assist me. "Please, Cole, I need you so much."

I draw the wet fabric down her legs, tossing it aside. The vision of her—completely bare, flushed with heat, her inner thighs glistening with moisture—nearly undoes me. Her perfection is almost painful to witness.

Troy kneels at her side, brushing damp hair from her forehead. "We're here, princess. We'll take care of you."

My hands find her knees, carefully easing them apart to reveal her completely. Her pussy is swollen and slick, her entrance pulsing on nothing. Her body calling for completion.

"Please," she whimpers again, reaching for me. "Cole, I need you inside me. Now."

Troy adjusts to support her upper body, allowing her to lean against his broad chest as I settle between her legs. I run my hand up her inner thigh, gathering her natural lubrication on my fingers before pressing one inside her. She's so wet it enters without resistance.

"More," she demands immediately, pushing against my hand. "Not enough. Please."

I add a second finger, then a third, stretching her deliberately despite her urgency. My movements are methodical, thorough,even as my instincts urge me to bury myself inside her completely.

"Wait… Cole," she says, her voice momentarily clearer as she meets my gaze. "I want to see all of you."

I freeze, not comprehending initially. I'm already naked. What more does she?—

"Your eye," she clarifies, reaching up to touch my face, her fingers tracing the edge of my prosthetic. "I want you to take it out."

My chest clenches hard, and for a moment, I forget the desperate need between us. "What—why would you want that?"

"Because it's you," she says simply, her green eyes holding mine without wavering. "I want all of you, Cole. Not just the parts you think I should see. Let me prove it to you."

I withdraw slightly, shaking my head. "You don't know what you're asking."

"I do," she insists, her voice stronger despite the fever consuming her. "I want my body to prove it to you."

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