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My hand fists her hair, dragging her mouth to mine. Our kiss is ferocious. Tongues tangle, teeth clack. A battle for dominance that I demand she relent in.
“Mine.” The word growls from my mouth as I pull her against me, hands gripping her thighs to lift her into my arms.
I don’t remember carrying her up the stairs or entering her nest. It’s only when I see the gauzy pink curtains hanging from the ceiling that I realize where we are.
Bea paints a delicious picture. On her knees with her ass in the air, chest pressed to the mattress. Presenting for her Alpha. Forme.
Palms glide down her back, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. I grip her hips, pulling her back against my aching cock. She’s so fucking wet. Drenching her thighs and coating my cock before I even attempt to enter her.
Sanity has been thrown out the window. Replaced by the primal urges I’ve been fighting since I walked into her apartment last May.
Thrusting into her molten core, I don’t hold back. I can’t. Not when she feels like home. When her pussy is acting as the tether tying my soul to her.
I need more. Closer. So close it feels like I’ve crawled inside her body and wrapped myself around her heart. My life the protective shell keeping her safe.
A hand grips her throat, pulling her up to lean against my chest. She’s mindless, grinding against me and begging for more. For my knot. My bite.
Yes. That. That’s what I need.
I squeeze the hand on her throat, immobilizing her and reminding her I am in control. Her need burns her from the inside out, only sated by the pleasure I give her. Firm thrums against her clit have her clamping down on me, dragging me further into her core.
“Mine,” I demand, pulling out only to slam back inside. Exquisite pressure acts as a fist gripping my spine, so good it almost hurts. My knot swells in her pussy, ensuring my cum stays locked inside her body. Where it was always meant to be.
“Alpha,” she whimpers, coming again and again, and I continue to rut into her as much as my knot will allow.
Another body joins us, pressing against her front and stealing her lips. Smothering her sweet sounds. I growl, baring my teeth at the other Alpha. He rolls his eyes and leans down to nuzzle her breasts, lips wrapping around one peaked tip and sucking.
The way her body reacts stops me from lashing out. Her pussy somehow grips me tighter, choking me with the evidence of her pleasure.
Bite, my instincts urge. Yes, it’s time. I tilt her head to the side and strike.
Bonding my mate feels… weird. Wrong. The pastel blue threads that wrap around the charcoal gray strands of my soul aren’t right. Their energy doesn’t match my Omega.
I pull back, a savage growl ripping from my lips when I see the other Alpha’s arm protectively jutting between us. He prevented me from bonding with her. Made me sink my teeth into him instead.
My body tenses, ready to fight the other man off. He mouths words of apology before something collides with my temple and darkness consumes me.
CHAPTER 39
My phone ringsmoments after I feel the familiar pain of heat cramps echoing in my abdomen. I’ve already drafted an email to human resources alerting them that Orion and I will both be taking time off, effective immediately, for Bea’s heat.
Ridley’s name flashes on the screen, and I quickly swipe to accept the call. “I felt her pain. She’s in heat?”
“Yeah, she is. Lex took care of her. Creed is on his way, too.”
“Good. Start dinner. Lex pulled it out earlier. We’ll need to eat while she is sleeping off this first wave. I’ll message my housekeeper and let her know to drop by with heat meals, but otherwise, the penthouse will be ours to care for until Sabine’s heat ends. I don’t want extra scents around when she is so sensitive to them.”
“Got it. I’ll do that.“
He hangs up, shaken. I hope he gets himself together quickly. Our mate is going to need him focused, not freaking out.
After asking Jane to clear my schedule for the next week, I head to the second floor to grab Orion. He’s already at the elevators when it stops on his floor. His timing is perfect.
“Are you ready for this?” he asks as we climb into my car. I’ve been driving us both to work on the days he doesn’t have a therapy appointment to attend. There’s no sense in taking multiple vehicles when our destinations are the same.
“I am. Are you?”
He snorts, side-eyeing me. “I’ve been through plenty of heats. Are you sure you’re up for sharing our Omega this time?”
