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Was there such a thing as too much pleasure?If you’d asked me a few hours ago, I’d have said have at it, do your worst.I could handle anything you’ve got.

I couldn’t remember how many climaxes I’d had.How was that possible?Like how many times could a person come before they lost track?I was pretty sure two or three were doable.Maybe four.Which meant this was more than four.Also, I’d lost count two climaxes ago!

“Not a fucking chance, baby,” he rumbled against my pussy, taking me perilously close to—at my best approximation—orgasm number seven.“This tight cunt can’t take half of what I’m packing.”

I snorted out an inelegant snicker, because men always exaggerated what they were packing and I couldn’t see alphas being any different in that regard.“I’ve seen it.”No point in pretenses.I was on my back, and his head was between my thighs.We were way past that.

His head lifted, and he pinned me with a look before surging to his feet.

Was this it?Was Ryder about to finally give me what I needed?

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, which was insanely hot for reasons that escaped my lust fuddled mind.

“Baby, I’m a grower.Whatever you think you saw when you were staring at my junk doesn’t come close.”He plucked my limp hand from the bed and ground my palm into… I leaned up, trying to get a better look, because really, what the fuck was that?

As fast as he’d claimed my hand, he returned it, and in the same breath, turned away.

I stared at him, wondering where everything had gone wrong.

“I’ll get you a cab,” he said.

“A cab,” I parroted back.

“The smell of your pussy is all fucking over me.”What?!“If I don’t wash it the fuck off, I’m going to break my own damn rules and you won’t be walking straight for a week.”His face suddenly softened, because I was gaping and, if I were brutally honest, too high on what he’d just done to me to work out if that was a compliment or an insult.

He cupped my cheek.“I don’t fuck inexperienced betas, no matter how pretty they are or how sweet their pussies.”

ChapterSeven

Ryder

She was gone.It was the right thing to do, but now I was standing in the bedroom alone, heart pounding in my chest, hands clenched at my sides, resisting the urge to go and hunt her down.She would be out of Desparion by now, beyond the gates, driving towards safety and a place I was no longer allowed to go.

Not officially, anyway.

Despite my earlier determination to wash her scent off, I hadn’t.It filled my lungs and set a fire in my belly.No point in trying to fight it.I loosened the buckle on my belt, pulled the zipper down carefully, shoved my pants out the way, and fisted my cock with a weak groan.

I tipped my head back.My grip was bruising, but it felt so fucking good.It took three rough strokes before my spine tingled in that little telltale sign, my balls tightened, and my mind emptied into bliss as I came.It hit the covers where she’d been laid out a short time ago in a rain of heavy splats.My hand kept jacking up and down roughly, my growl rumbling.

My legs started to tremble, but I locked my knees and kept pumping.I’d been so close to rutting her, to flipping her to her hands and knees and filling that too tight pussy with every inch of my cock.

A beta couldn’t handle this without preparation.It would have torn her pussy up, and I wouldn’t have given a shit.My ardor cooled, and my pumps slowed.Thinking about hurting her brought a much needed reality check.I heaved a breath, but it only drew more of her heady scent into my lungs and my dick jerked.My hand was covered in fucking come, and so was the bed.I was standing with my pants around my knees and my dick in my hand.

I sighed and yanked up my pants as best I could.My cock was still hard, but I didn’t think it was going to go fucking down anytime soon.

I headed into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror.In my mind was the image of her standing before me in front of the window.She was so fucking tiny and vulnerable, and I looked like an oaf next to her with my big terrible hands more suited to violence.It wasn’t my hands that was the problem, though, was it?It was the beast, the underlying part of me that I kept so tightly under control.I’d been accused of being distant.I fucked the omegas under our care when they needed it, when they asked for it.

I was just scratching an itch, one that satisfied both of us.How was it possible for a beta to get me this aroused this swiftly?

I washed my hands, dragged my T-shirt over my head, and tossed it into the laundry basket, then I kicked off my boots, shucking my pants down, and got into the shower.I didn’t want to wash her off, but it was the right thing to do.I pressed my palms flat against the cool tiles and let the water fall over my head.

“You’re a fucking animal,”my sister had taunted.I was, and that was the truth.I’d been thirteen when I went through the change.They’d thought I was wild then, when I was just big for my age and athletic.

I’d put on fifty pounds of muscle and at least seven inches since then.I’d thought I was a monster before, but the betas put us here for good reason—we couldn’t be trusted.We lived perpetually on the brink, teetering between truth and anarchy.It was a slippery slope from one stage to the other.

I’d told her the truth when I said we didn’t force women.Would it always be like this?Would I always be fighting my instincts?It hadn’t been a difficult fight before today.Maybe I should stay away from the club for a while, stay away from hot little betas with big doe eyes and a fucking magic pussy that I was sure with a little training would be perfect for my fucking cock.

I washed up, getting plenty of soap on me—the kind that neutralizes omega scent.I kept a bottle in there all the time.If I’ve been with an omega, afterward, I always wanted to get rid of the scent.I slept better because of it.She wasn’t even a fucking omega, though.How had she driven me so close to the edge?

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