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Not truly.

That link extends to Omen through their bond. Honestly, looking back at everything that happened, there’s no other reason why it was so easy for me to be around them from the very beginning.

Valor’s fingers work through my wet hair, digging into my skull as he takes over guiding the kiss. His other hand squeezes my hip and ass, showing me exactly how he wants me to move.

Slightly feral Valor is my favorite Valor. I love it when he snaps enough to take control. His forearm rests in the indent just above my ass, keeping me trapped close to him.

The combination of his scent and the controlled way he holds me to him sends my instincts into overdrive. My pheromones pulse in the air, and the warm, fuzzy feeling that comes when the fog slips in slides into my senses.

But that’s okay.

I melt against him and let Valor take the lead.

ChapterTwenty-Four

Valor

I’ve got an unhealthy obsession with how Saylor’s soft little body feels pressed against mine. She whimpers, cradling my face in her hands as I nip at her lower lip. Only, I fucking forgot that’s where Shaw put his bondmark. Her blood fills my mouth, and I freeze.

The naughty omega seems oblivious to thenewwound I just caused. She grinds her hips, forcing my tip to slide through her lower lips. My crown catches at her opening, and she sinks down as much as she can without breaking the kiss.

Her warm, wet cunt stretches around my shaft, and her slick feels completely different than the water of the tub.

I finally get my shit together, licking over Shaw’s bite to reseal the wound, but my eyes pop open and everything is blurry.

Saylor’s pheromones are everywhere, and they’re so thick, they have to qualify as a perfume. That, combined with the way she swivels her hips in a circle on each descent down my shaft, makes it difficult to stay clear.

She’s frantic as she attacks my mouth with little coordination. “More, please.”

My hand tightens on her ass, shoving her down with force as she bounces over me. Her wet tits brush my chest, and she sobs against my lips.

I’m inside her bareall over again.

My head won’t shut the fuck up. It seems to think now is the perfect time to breed her, despite knowing she’s on birth control. Living in the fantasy doesn’t hurt anything, right?

Planting my feet flat on the bottom of the tub, I use that as leverage to buck up into her. Even after all these times, she feels so fucking tiny compared to my massive ass, but I’m no longer afraid of breaking her pussy.

The harder I thrust into her, the louder she gets. The sounds spill out around our kiss until she pulls back to breathe. Her lips brush my cheek as she moans, and her inner walls clench the hell out of my cock.

“God, little one,” I growl, using my hand on her ass to lift her until my crown is just barely inside her before dropping her with force. “I’m never going to get tired of the way you feel wrapped around my cock.” Her nails dig into my jaw, and she lets out a ragged whine.

The sound tells my system she needs more, and I’m happy to comply.

She moves her face to rest in the crook of my neck, and her warm breath teases my skin.

Shit.

I’m trying to be gentle… It just isn’t working. I ramble that, but she doesn’t reply or even tell me she enjoys the level of roughness.

She’s completely gone, lost to the fog if the bond is anything to go by, but she’s content. If it was too much, I think I would be able to sense her pain or some discomfort.

“You like that?” I ask, hoping she’ll respond. “In the facility, I told you to use me, but I think I’m doing that to you now—using you as my dirty little fuck toy to get myself off. Shit. I like the sound of that way too much. Making you my fuck doll. I’ll take you out when I need you and use as I see fit.”

“Yes!” Her cunt quivers in a way that leads me to believe she’s about to come, and she sends me something in the bond that comes across like a plea.

The cool water laps at my skin as I finally release my hold in her hair, moving both hands to her ass. My fingers dig in, and I work on using her pussy just how I need to get myself there.

“Valor, oh shit…” More begging spills from her lips as I rut up into her like a man possessed. “Knot, I want your knot.”

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