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Pember was plastered against his chest, lips ghosting over the vertical scar across his sternum.

‘No worries,’he typed back. ‘Are you okay?’

Ru replied with a thumbs up emoji. ‘Thanks for asking.’

Pember sighed, and Blake stroked his hair. “Is that the omega from tonight?”

“Yeah, Ru. I’m glad he remembered to text.”

Blake nodded. “Will you see him again?”

Pember swallowed. “I want to. He just looked so sad, I can’t help but feel for him.” There was a beat of silence before Pember whispered, “I’ve decided to see her.”

“Who?”

“Mum. I have to know if her behaviour is really because of Immy, or…” His words trailed off, and Blake pressed a hand into the small of his back.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I have to know if I want her in my life. Or if she wants me.”

“Want me to come with you?”

Pember smiled, letting out a steady breath. He brought their faces together, drawing Blake into another deep kiss. The earlier heat had simmered into exhaustion, and he let his eyes drift shut. “Yes.”

Blake let out a hum of approval, and brushed Pember’s hair out of his face. “Night, Pem.”

But Pember was already asleep.

CHAPTER 21

TACTICAL RETREAT

Blake

Pember’sdark eyebrows twitched in his sleep, and Blake wondered what he might be dreaming of. Even pressed against his chest, hair untamed, saliva dampening his cheek, the omega was beautiful. The soft poutiness of lips, the gentle curve of his jaw… He was like some kind of wild, green eyed wood nymph come to steal his pennies.

And my breath.

Val’s sofa grew even more uncomfortable as the night wore on, but Blake would suffer the bad back and shoulder pains if it meant Pember would stay nestled against him for just a little longer.

The bite marks across his neck and shoulders were… apparent, and two dark welts stuck out from under the neckline of his T-shirt. It’d been difficult to keep a check on his desire during the night, and even now, Blake’s canines ached like fucking crazy. His gums itched in the same irritating way that only direct and constant pressure would alleviate. Like a fucking toddler with teething pains.

Witnessing Pember lost to pleasure—the darkness of his irises, how his lips parted around soft moans, the way his belly dipped and his back arched just before he came… Blake probably should have felt bad about the bite marks. But he didn’t.

He did, however, feel a small twinge of guilt about the sorry state of Val’s blanket and sofa cushions.

However, dry cleaners existed for a reason, and luckily for them there was one just around the corner from the police station.

Tilting forward, he kissed the small freckle on Pember’s jawline. Followed by the one on his neck. Then he ran his nose through his hair and inhaled the deeply sensual scent radiating from the top of his head.

Pember’s skin was incredibly flushed,burningalmost, and the omega’s pulse quickened at his jugular, despite him being sound asleep.

Val had stirred some time ago, appearing at the top of the stairs when the sun hadn’t yet touched the horizon. Blake watched her move around the kitchen in her nightdress, clattering plates and bowls whilst Cherry nipped at her hair.

Blake had learned during her previous bouts of hysteria that approaching the old alpha too soon was a recipe for disaster. He’d found it less distressing for everyone to keep quiet and let her come to him. Still, perhaps it would be better with Pember there to mellow out their competing alpha scents.

“Is she awake?” Pember whispered, rubbing his face across Blake’s chest.

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