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And I meet her gaze as I guide her mouth back to my cock. This time, I’m in the driver’s seat. I have many reasons. I don’t want her to think she’s doing it wrong; I don’t want to get lost in this and lose the edge.

I need to fucking come. In her. Any way I can.

So I start to thrust, guiding her with my hand on theback of her head, and she picks up where she was, not so delicate this time.

Violet is learning to read the smallest things so she can please me, make me happy. And she’s sucking harder as I get rougher. The power surges through me, the aching need. The push to come.

I start to lose control. I’m panting, grunting. My cock in her throat is exquisite, a thing I could live on for life. And I want to destroy that goodness, tear it down and rebuild it just for me.

I want to master her, rule her, make me her reason for being. Make her the perfect fucking Omega. My Omega. My mate, my creature for pleasure.

I want to watch her beg and crawl to me. I want to watch her come so hard from me knotting that?—

Fuck.Fuck. I start hammering into her now. I don’t care in that moment that she’s struggling, making choking noises. I make her take me so fucking deep I’m marking her everywhere, and my spine and skin are sparking now.

My balls are so high, tight, the ache almost unbearable, bordering on pain, and then I come. The pleasure floods me as my cock jerks and empties into her throat.

And then with one last twitch, I pull her off me, and she comes up with a heaving intake of breath, her face wet with drool and tears. And incredibly, she comes back, licking me, sucking at the tip that’s so sensitive I almost shriek.

She cleans me, the perfect Omega, the perfect girl, my mate, and her long licks soothe the beast that still prowls within my skin, the one that wants the ultimate release.

I pull her into my arms and I kiss her, licking up hertears, taking her mouth in deep, slow kisses that drown me in her. And then I pick her up and carry her to the bathroom.

I turn on the shower and wash her clean of her blockers, of our mixed sex scents, of the sweat and the fluids that cling still between her thighs. I turn this into a ritual for her, to show her she’s important, special, a high goddess,mygoddess.

I’m a mess, a total wreck. My thoughts are scattered except for one thing.

Now I’ve had her, I’m never going to let her go.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-THREE

Violet

Inever knew things could be like this. Of course, this is, by definition, the honeymoon phase.

Sex is eye-opening, wonderful, and yet there’s a nagging thought that there should be a higher peak.

I look over at my mate—my mate—still sleeping, the sheets tangled and all that naked flesh showing.

I start getting hot, so I turn. My phone lights up on the nightstand, and I grab it as I head down to the kitchen on the floor below. The other floors are going to be my works in progress, but I love living in his space, what he had as his two-floor apartment.

It’s intimate. I look at the text from Rue, of course. She’s all emojis and runaway sentences about the ceremony, what we’re doing, and Queen Bee’s latest Stitches. It’s a little reminder of home that I need right now.

Shouldn’t you be asleep?

Rue’s right on top of it.

Rue

Got lots 2 do, Vi. A LOT 2 catch up on. Heath says ur in the Caribbean, but I don’t believe him. The QB just announced the latest ball. There r others y’know, still wanting a mate. The unmated Omegas, the poor things. They can’t all b luxe. Can u believe Mom said we might not b going? But u will so we will.

It’s like talking to her directly, only in text form.

Before I can send off a response, my phone shows she’s still typing, so I pull out things from the fridge and search for a pan to cook in.

Eggs. Spinach. Feta.

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