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I’m already so close to the edge at the feel of him, being driven out of my fucking mind, when he smacks the flesh of my ass so suddenly that my walls tighten around him and pull his length deeper inside me. I’m bearing down on him, his knot teasing my entrance as I start coming when he rubs the sensitive spot within me, sending me over the edge with his maddening pace and stroking hand over where he spanked me.

“Good girl, sweetheart. That’s it, come for me. I want to be covered in your slick by the time we’re done. I want everyone to know how well you shattered for me,” he roughly demands, fucking me through one orgasm, and sending me headfirst into another, his dirty words fueling the pleasure that rocks through my body. “Ah, shit. Just like that, Zira. Just like fucking that.”

I’m screaming into the pillow as I lose myself to the pleasure Laz wrings out of me, my walls pulsing around him as my legs tremble with the force of my climaxes. My screams turn silent when he fucks me harder and deeper, his knot testing the tight ring of muscle before he leans over my back and growls, “One more. I want one more, sweetheart, and I want you gushing around my knot.”

“Oh, fuck, yes,” I cry, gripping tightly to the sheets beneath me just in time for Laz to thrust his hips and slide his knot home. In an instant, my body locks down on the fleshybulge of his shaft, knotting us together while another rippling orgasm steals my breath and turns me brainless.

I’m only vaguely aware of Laz cursing, growling, and grunting through his own release, spilling jets of cum deep in my pussy as soon as he sinks his knot inside me, his bare chest pressed snugly against my back as he comes enough that my pussy is overflowing with our combined release.

We’re both breathing hard by the time we come down from the blissful high, and Laz chuckles before tucking his face into the nook of my shoulder and mutters, “That was better than I ever dreamed it would be.”

“You dreamed about this?” I tease breathlessly, acting as though I haven’t done the same.

“Every single bloody night since I finally met the beauty that smelled like bananas, cream, and caramel, sweetheart,” he confesses before pressing a kiss to my sweat-slicked skin.

“Mmm,” I moan, tilting my head to offer him better access, rolling my hips from under him and feeling the fullness of his knot buried inside me. “Can’t say I haven’t done the same.”

Laz groans and laughs at the same time, his chest rumbling with the sound. “Yeah? And what’s the verdict, my little omega? Did I live up to expectations?”

Hiding the teasing grin in the pillows, I shrug and blandly mutter, “Eh. I think we might need a redo.”

That boisterous, vibrant laughter spills out of him in a rush, and I screech with my own laughter as he tickles my side while he says, “You cheeky little shit. You’re lucky I’ve grown rather fond of you, otherwise I’d spank your arse red raw.”

“Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t like it,” I flirt back, cackling when he grumbles into my skin and bundles me against him as he laughs, turning us on our sides.

I gasp as he jostles inside me, my walls clenching around him, and he grunts before he says, “Give me a moment, and I’llgive you a redo with all the spankings you desire.”

“Promises, promises,” I sigh, right before I burst out in peels of laughter when he growls, cups my face, and kisses me until my laughter turns into moans.

It’s safe to say we don’t come down for breakfast until it’s no longer morning, spending the morning knotted and intimately tied together while we make a mess of Lazarus’s bed. By the time we do emerge, I’m wrangled into Alek’s lap as he playfully glares at his fellow alphas while he feeds me the most delectable pancakes known to man. What a way to start the day. An omega could really get used to this.

Chapter 15

Zira

The following week goes by pretty quickly after Laz and I enter the new phase of our relationship. It’s been total bliss, too. I’ve spent a total of one night at my apartment, the guys all wanting me to spend time there more than at my apartment, which I’m all for. Their home is stunning, and the more time I spend there, the more depressed I grow at the sight of my bare walls, necessities, and lackluster nest.

The twins came home Sunday night, and we finally got the family dinner I was yearning for, all of us talking and laughing and enjoying each other’s company. When Mac and Ford caught on to what occurred between Barnes, Laz, and me, it was meant with excitement and enthusiasm, their own heated gazes watching me the rest of the night as though they couldn’t believe I was there, with them all, and that I wanted them. Which is wild, because they’re all drop-dead gorgeous and have the best personalities I’ve ever encountered. Their money means nothing to me, but they do, and there isn’t a chance that I could see myself belonging to any other pack now that I have them.

Come Friday, I’m basically walking on clouds, a happiness that nothing can break through hovering over my head the entire day. I’m even managing to get through a conversation with Hunter without having to act like I could tolerate him, finding myself unbothered by him for the first time since he came to North Five. Not even his scent is fazing me as he leans in close enough to choke me with it.

It’s only when he stops babbling about his weekend plans that consisted of playing golf, tending to his horses, and writing poetry does that bubble of happiness pop when he asks tenminutes before the school day ends, “This pack of yours. What are they like?”

Pulled out of my daydreams about the men quickly carving their places in my heart, I give Hunter my focus as my eyebrows pinch and I ask, “What do you mean?”

He shrugs, acting nonchalant, but I notice the calculating sharpness in his piercing gaze. “I mean, do they treat you well? Are you happy with them?”

Laughing awkwardly, now uncomfortable, I ask, “I don’t really think that’s professional, Mr. Johnson.”

I keep my voice even and gentle, but there’s no denying that I don’t appreciate the question. He senses it as well as hears it in my tone, and he chuckles and holds his hands out in surrender. “I didn’t mean to pry. I just wanted to know you were safe with them.”

I frown again, logging out of my computer and standing, crossing my arms over the chiffon shirt I wore today. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Hunter looks uncomfortable for a moment, though I’m sure it’s an act. He cringes before confessing, “Look, don’t be upset, but I asked around about them. After seeing that beast of a man that day you went to lunch and meeting the intense one that hauled you away while you were talking to a coworker, I grew worried. I decided to do some research to ensure your safety.”

Mind reeling, a bubble of anger expanding in my chest, I reach for my purse and sling it over my shoulder as I try to control my reactions and responses to the man. “You researched them?”

“I know how it sounds, but it was to ensure you were with the right pack for you,” he tries to explain, and I shake my head, holding my hand out.

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