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I accentuated each word with a hard, deep thrust, and pressed on her clit.
“Aidan—God, Aidan—Aidan, I’m—”
“What? Going to come?” I teased. “The good girl wants to come?”
She all but screamed as I pinched her clit, and she spasmed on my cock. “Keep going,” she gasped. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t—”
And I didn’t, wouldn’t dream of it, as I chased my own release inside of her. I kept toying with her clit until her thighs trembled and her hips jerked, and when I pulled out, she gushed, batting my hand away as she ran her fingers over her own clit, and cried out, tears in her eyes. The second she was done, I pushed back into her, snarling into her neck, as I got closer and closer to my own orgasm.
Dakota whimpered into my ear from sensitivity. And then it fell from her lips for the first time in a non-teasing way. “Alpha,” she whined, the word heavy with meaning, and it was what had me moaning into her shoulder, biting down there, so I avoided her mating mark. As much as every instinct in me toldme to bite her mark, I forced myself to dig my teeth into her shoulder hard enough to leave an imprint as I came deeply into her.
“God, you’re so good,” I murmured, pulling out of her. I messily fumbled between her legs, feeling as my own come dripped out of her. I knew my sheets would need a wash but right now I didn’t care.
Her eyes searched my face as a slow smile pulled her lips. “Good enough to be on my knees for you?” She cocked her head. “Or is your dick too slow to get hard again?”
She palmed my now-soft dick, laughing when I hissed in sensitivity. She didn’t stop, and I didn’t ask her to.
“Dakota, I can’t,” I broke out.
“You were the one who promised I’d be on my knees and then fucked me instead,” she said sweetly. “I’m just collecting on my promises.”
She crawled off the bed, giving me a devastatingly hot view of her pussy as she slipped off the bed. I followed her to the edge and parted my legs. She settled between them on her knees and leaned in, looking up at me through her eyelashes.
And within minutes, she’d gotten me through the unbearable oversensitivity, and I was hard again, and she took me down to the base.
And no sooner had she begun, the sensations proved too much, and Dakota moaned those words that had me coming again. “Yours,Alpha.”
Chapter 20 - Dakota
I hadn’t intended to fall asleep in Aidan’s bed, still wearing his t-shirt, my lower body remaining bare and tucked into his side. He fell asleep behind me, and he slept more peacefully than I’d ever imagined him to. I wasn’t sure why but Aidan had the feel of someone who didn’t sleep well at night.
But after we’d…
God, the memories hit me. All of it.
After we’d had sex—several times, letting ourselves finally get caught in the same haze that had overtaken us both in the woods the second time I’d attempted to escape—I had been exhausted and tumbled into his arms without a second thought. He’d passed out behind me, his legs tucked against mine in an oddly intimate position. It felt like we’d finally broken the weird tension that had been growing around us this past week.
But when I woke up, the space behind me was cold. A pair of gym shorts was on the edge of the bed, with a note that read,Put everything in the wash in case you didn’t want your scent picked up by disgusting men (my pack). I’m sorry you don’t have your own things. Everything from that first day is washed and dried in the second drawer.
That first day meant the day I was captured. The reminder of that hit me with startling reality. I had slept with my captor. Aidan Tyrone. My high school bully. The boy who had basically stalked and harassed me in high school just to mess with me. And then, years later, abducted me from my pack to tie me up and keep me with his own pack of shifters like it wasn’t a problem.
And yet…
Had I fallen for him?
When we’d had sex, all I’d wanted him to do was bite that soft place between my neck and shoulder. A mating mark. And the desire for him to do that terrified me. I shouldn’t want Aidan, of all people, to claim me as his mate.
But was that what I was denying had happened that day in the woods? The haze surrounding us, pushing us to want to be intimate right there in the woods? What we’d barely just stopped ourselves from doing? And was that why we’d been so tense around each other this week? He hadn’t been jealous at the start, either. Protective, yes, but not jealous.
Yesterday that jealousy had been the very thing to push him into fucking me. Internally, I ached, filled to the brim with Aidan’s length many times yesterday. It was a delicious sort of ache. The ache of a good time that hadn’t been had in a while. Perhaps maybe never. Not like it had been yesterday. I’d never called a male shifteralphaand meant it the way I had to him. It terrified me. It terrifiedandelated me. An alpha like Aidan Tyrone wasn’t what my parents had ever wanted for me. They had wanted someone like Fenrys Randon, a small-town golden boy with a good track record for education, a good family, and good connections.
If they really did check in on me with Fenrys’s pack—mypack—then Aidan had already spun a story that Conall would have to tell my parents.
Dakota left.
She chose another alpha.
Oak Hill’s ragtag pack of violent dropouts on a path to redemption.
