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She cut him off before he got past her name, twisting a hand into the front of his shirt and baring her teeth at him in a silent snarl.

“Are you nothing but talk? Either shut up and fuck me, or go find an alpha that will.”

His growl rattled his chest as she flexed her fingers, nails biting through the fabric of his shirt. He didn’t bother to undo the ties that held it closed around his wings, simply gripping the collar and giving a sharp downward yank to snap them.

Stepping back, he left Flea clutching his shirt as he kicked his boots into the corner and moved his hands to his belt. He’d planned to go slower, to feed her and see to her other needs first, but if this was how she wanted it, he would do it her way.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Flea

Her eyes trailed over his bare chest, marveling at the hard planes. There were ridges along his collarbone and small spikes across the top of his shoulders. Scars crisscrossed his torso, leaving no doubt in her mind that this alpha truly was the soldier he seemed to be. Watching him correct a dislocation and stitch himself up was one thing, but he’d clearly been through his fair share of scrapes.

Her body was on fire.

Every breath made her tank top chafe against her sensitive skin. Her tights were sticky with slick, clinging to her in a way that made her want to shred them, but she held onto enough sense not to do it. The bedding Gra’ar had found her pulled at her attention almost as much as the alpha baring himself before her, but she kept her focus on him, denying the need for something frivolous.

Her heart stuttered as his belt loosened and the top of his pants parted. She could see the bulge hidden beneath and it only brought her fever higher.

She was going to combust.

Flea had been told what her heat would be like. How the cramps would tear through her middle and slick would gush down her legs. How she’d burn with the need for an alpha and be mindless in her search for relief. She’d always assumed it was a bit exaggerated, but she was beginning to see they may have been right.

Her gaze flicked up to Gra’ar’s eyes when his hands moved to the sides of his pants to push them down. All that was left of his irises was a thin golden ring, sparkling in the light of the candle. She could see the hunger in them. The desire.

The challenge.

Keeping her eyes on his, her own fingers moved to the bottom edge of her shirt. She wouldn’t let him outdo her. Their biology determined their places in the hierarchy, but she wasn’t going to submit easily. He’d have to work for it before she gave in.

Whipping the top over her head, she realized she still clutched his as well. His musky scent had her nipples tightening further, aching to be touched, but she had a point to prove.

When he dropped his pants she refused to look down despite how badly she wanted to. It wasn’t like he was her first alpha, but the others had been closer to her age, not a mature male in his prime, and certainly not as dark and dangerous. Gra’ar was the last alpha she’d have gone to for a quick tryst, her body well aware of what he could do to her.

A smile played along his lips as they stared at each other, and Flea had to remind herself not to lose focus. Hooking her thumbs over the top of her leggings, she bent forward and peeled them down, eyes never leaving his face despite her head moving level with his erection.

It was impossible not to notice it, torture not to give in and look at it. It twitched, trying to draw her attention, but she clenched her teeth and held out until her leggings and socks joined the pile of clothing at her feet.

She smirked when Gra’ar was the first to give in. His gaze was like fingers brushing down her skin, tracing the gentle swells of her breasts before moving across the flat plane of her stomach to linger at the place where her legs met. She knew her thighs were shiny with slick, and she spread them a little more to tease him.

The groan that filled the space around her made her shiver. Giving in to her own desire she finally let her eyes drop to the appendage jutting from his groin and her knees almost buckled.

Calling that thing a cock was a disservice to it. It was proportionate to his massive body, which made it ginormous compared to her. The crown looked as thick as her wrist, a deep purple in the light, before nipping in beneath the head and flaring out toward the base.

Glancing down at her forearm, she nodded to herself before returning her attention to it. The size was about the same, and while the portion of her mind that wasn’t swamped with hormones was backing away, the primal part was ready to make it work. Flea wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

Gra’ar’s eyes narrowed when she grinned up at him. Closing the space between them, he didn’t waste any more time, forcing her back against the wall before dropping to his knees.

Kneeling, his head was the perfect height to reach her nipples, and taking one between his lips was the first thing he did. As hot as her skin was, his mouth was hotter, scorching the pebbled tip as he pulled it deeper and laved it with his tongue.

She couldn’t stop herself from reaching out to grip his horns and hold him there, bowing her back to press deeper into his mouth. Large hands wrapped around her hips, thumbs brushing along the crease between her belly and thigh making her core spasm again.

“Gra’ar.”

Her moan turned into a gasp as he released the nipple he’d claimed to take the other, his thumbs hooking between her thighs to spread her as much as her stance allowed. His tongue flicked her nipple before he raked his teeth across it, pulling away despite her hold on his horns. One hand remaining on her hip, his other slid down to grab her thigh, hoisting it over his shoulder as he hunched forward.

The way he had her spread open was lewd, her slick tickling down her thigh in a trail, but she didn’t remain that way for long. Dipping his other hand he grabbed the leg she stood on, pulling it over his other shoulder as she let out a squeal and her grip on his horns grew tighter. The spikes along the top of his shoulders were thankfully short and blunt, barely digging into her flesh.

“I need to taste you, omega. Then I’ll fuck you like you demanded.”

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