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She glares. “I’m going to confiscate that thing.”
“Nope.” I pop theP. “It’s mine now. You only get it on loan.”
Then I stop teasing. “Seriously, though. If you’re scared, we can wait until your next Heat. We’d never push this decision on you before you’re ready.”
Her blush deepens. “That’s not what I’m afraid of.”
I cup her jaw, thumb tracing the line of her cheekbone. “Then what?”
She turns her face into my palm. “I’m scared I’lllose myself. That I’ll want you too much and forget where I stop and you start.”
My chest tightens. “Maybe that’s the point.”
She searches my face. Then she leans in, lips a breath from mine. “What does the bond feel like?”
I smile, slow and sure. “Belonging. Like you’re never alone.”
Tears brighten her eyes. “I want that.”
I lean in closer, nudge her nose with mine. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she sighs, and kisses me.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chloe
As Blake’s lips cover mine, a switch flips inside me, and liquid-gold desire pours through my veins.
My skin burns beneath my pajamas, every nerve ending suddenly awake and hungry for touch. His touch. I arch into him, a soft whimper escaping my throat as the first true wave of Heat crashes through me.
He cups my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks as he deepens the kiss, tongue delving deep, claiming every part of me.
When he pulls back, he stares down at me with pupils blown so wide that the brown of his irises is nothing more than a thin ring around bottomless black.
“Blake,” I breathe, his name warm with my need for him.
He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring. “Your scent...”
My thighs clench as slick begins to pool between them. The flannel pants I wore to bed now stick to my skin, damp and suffocating as the fire in my body grows. The air thickens with my lilac and lily pheromones, and his smoked apple wood and cider rise to match it.
Awareness hums in my body, a primal desire sinking into my bones. “Alpha.”
Blake swallows, his throat working. “I’m here, my Omega.”
My fingers fumble with his T-shirt, clumsy with my desperation to strip it off of him and touch bare skin.
Blake covers my hands with his, stilling their trembling. “Let me.”
In one smooth move, he grasps the back of his collar and drags the shirt off.
The sight of his broad chest, tattooed arms, and the dark trail of hair disappearing beneath his waistband sends another pulse of slick between my thighs. My pajama top clings to the sweat beading across my skin, and I tug at it. “I need?—”
Blake’s hands slide under the hem of my shirt,callused palms skimming my ribs as he lifts the fabric away. The cool air hits my overheated skin, and I gasp at the momentary relief before another wave of heat rolls through me.
“Beautiful.” He palms my breasts, thumbing the tight peaks. “So beautiful, sweetheart.”
I reach for the waistband of my pants, but he stops me, his fingers curling around mine.
