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“Well, if that’s what you want—” I rolled us over, straddling his hips, running my hands down his warm chest and the pink, raised scars on his pectorals. I rocked slowly, knowing we were both spent, but I wasn’t in any rush. It was only a matter of time before his cock stiffened beneath me again, a hard, hot column I could sink onto while I sank my teeth into his shoulder as well.

“If that’s what you want,” I repeated, “It’d be my pleasure to make my alpha happy. Ineveryway I can think of.”

And indeed, the sound he made when I steadied him between my legs and rode him in a languid sway of hips, when I buried my face against his neck and bit his skin until it broke beneath my fangs and marked him mine, was full of only bliss.

51

Linden

Colt was looking at Claudia’s feet, like he really wanted to tell her to get them off the coffee table, but wasn’t sure if it was allowed. Or possibly, he wasn’t sure if that made him too much like his family.

So I sat down on the couch between them, grabbing her feet and pulling them into my lap, rubbing her swollen instep, which she’d been complaining about earlier.

“You’ve got to get more rest, Claud,” I told her when she moaned and pressed her foot into my hands. “All this running around all the time is going to be impossible when you get further into your pregnancy.”

She snorted dismissively as she unwrapped a chocolate cream-filled snack cake. “Got a job to do. No time to rest.”

“Isn’t it supposed to be ‘no rest for the wicked’ or something like that?” Colt asked, slipping his own feet into my lap and wiggling his toes in a silent request for equal time and attention. I switched to rubbing one of his feet and Claudia pouted, flicking one of his feet with her own. He shrugged. “My mate, my foot rubs. You’ve got your own.”

Her faux offense turned into a silly smile. “I suppose I do. I’ll harass him later if he hasn’t been too worn out by the kiddies.” She prodded his foot with hers, the smile turning sly. “But you sure fell into mated life pretty easy.”

To my great relief, Colt wasn’t offended. Not that I thought falling into mated life was an insult, but given how hard he’d worked to build his career, and how a lot of people thought omegas gave up their own lives upon mating, it would have been easy to take offense.

The longer Colt was in Grovetown, though, the more relaxed he seemed to get. In less than a month, he’d almost entirely stopped looking for political angles in everyone’s plans, and double meanings in our words.

And the previous evening we’d gone to Chadwick’s for dinner, and when Skip had seen us walking in from the parking lot, he’d turned and gone the other way. So maybe he’d actually learned a lesson about how to treat people.

Heck, maybe he’d become a better person, who would one day be able to run a pack himself.

In the distant future.

“So, now that you two are settling into mated life, what’s next?” Claudia asked. The sly look hadn’t disappeared, and her tone matched it, so I almost didn’t want to respond, for fear she’d take it somewhere inappropriate.

Colt sighed and let his head fall against the back of the couch, sticking out his lower lip. With Claudia there, I managed to refrain from leaning in to nibble on it. If just barely. “I’ve at least convinced my mother to put off a giant wedding till next year.”

Claudia gave a sage nod, but the wicked gleam in her eye hadn’t disappeared. Still, I was not expecting what came next. “So that’ll probably be just in time for me to get pregnant again when my alpha and his mate need a surrogate, right?”

I had almost finished choking on my own spit when I looked up and found Colt looking at her thoughtfully.

“Huh,” was all he said.

And weirdly, whatever came next, I knew my stubborn, spicy, demanding omega mate and I could handle anything.

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