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He groans, and his length jolts inside me, spilling hot cum.
“Bite me.” I work my hips in a circle, trying to milk every ounce of his pleasure while sucking on his lip.
Ridge snarls, wrapping his hand in my hair. He takes over the kiss, then there’s a sharp pain in my lower lip.
My insides light up, and I freeze.
Holy shit.
He did it.
My soul accepts the connection, and the bond floods in like a cool breeze. The first emotion that comes through seems to be bewilderment—almost like he can’t believe he actually bit me, or maybe he’s surprised that I accepted the bond.
Immediately following that is a wave of satisfaction. He’s quite smug and happy to be tied to me for life.
It steals all the air from the room, and my eyes ache, but I refuse to burst into tears while we’re having sex.
That would be entirely too embarrassing to come back from.
Ridge is a grinning mess as he retracts his teeth from my lip and swirls his tongue over the wound to clean and seal the bite.
“That’s going to be a fun spot to nurse to keep the bite clean,” he murmurs before kissing the hell out of me.
Being able to feel his desire for me makes it impossible to stay focused, so I kiss him back and give in to the urge to ride him.
Chapter Forty-Two
Trigg
Putting up with Hartley in a pack isn’t going to be easy. Not only do the two of us have nothing in common outside of our fondness for Quincy, but people flock to him. Even worse, he seems to want to engage with them.
Where I have no problem walking away if I’m bored or a conversation is no longer serving me, Hartley nods and asks questions to continue the torture.
He’s really not that special, but everyone in the office flocks to him like he’s the one with the 99.1% kill rating. If anyone should be a star around here, it’s me.
Rolling my eyes, I focus on anything outside of Hartley and his fans.
Easton’s door is open, and I could pop in for an update on how the actual torture is going for the assailant we took alive last night, but I’d prefer to check on Quincy.
Calder’s office would be a good place to start. Spinning around, I take off for the corridor where the tech offices are housed. However, I don’t even make it halfway across the room before my nostrils flare.
The scent of Quincy’s arousal is unmistakable, and my brain switches to ways to murder Ridge without her noticing. That will be practically impossible, which is unfortunate.
What the hell was he thinking?
This place is full of alphas, and very few of them are bonded. In fact, the only ones in the building at the moment with an omega of their own are members of Easton’s pack.
Keir leans against the wall just outside his door. His black wool coat seems stretched to capacity with the way his arms are crossed. He spots me beelining across the room and sighs, stepping in front of the door.
I come to a stop, rocking on my heels.
Nothing and no one will keep me from getting to my omega. However, I’m sure Easton would not be quick to forgive me if I had to put an end to one of his packmates.
“Fucking Christ,” Keir says, shaking his head. “It weirds me out how much you look like Easton sometimes.”
My eyes narrow.
“If nothing else, I can read your mind just like I can read his. I’m not going to let you go in there and show your ass,” he says. “Ridge is a good guy. He shows up without question—one of the most loyal people you’ll ever meet.”
