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“Oh my god,” I panted. “I’ve never–”

And then his mouth was at my ear, his cock poised at my entrance, and all he said was, “Once more for me, baby,” before he pushed inside.

The stretch was perfect, and his cock seemed somehow to rub all my most sensitive spots as he thrust inside, bottoming out with a guttural moan.

“You feel so perfect around my cock, Britt, so tight,” he murmured. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss, and this time, he didn’t scold me, just licked my own taste into my mouth before groaning, his hips stuttering as he came, sheathed inside me. My eyes widened at the sensation–it was hot, so hot, inside me, wet and messy as he ground his hips against mine, and then…

“Now,” he smiled, heat blazing in his eyes as he pulled back to look at me. His face was flushed, lips pink and swollen. He rolled his hips, and fuck, he was still hard, and the feel of his cock through his own slick come, through my own wetness, made me shiver. His cock twitched, releasing another spurt of heat into me. “Now the fun starts.”

“Oh,” I said, as he rolled his hips again, slow and deep. “Beau, I don’t think I can–” I panted, but already, and almost against my will, I could feel the pressure building in the base of my spine again.

“Mmm,” the man–the omega–hummed against my neck, nuzzling his nose below my ear so his lips brushed against my neck. His hand cupped my breast, pinching my nipple just hard enough to make me gasp. “You can. Youwill,” he amended, dropping his hand lower still, letting it skim along my stomach, down to my clit. He pulled out, leaving me feeling empty before he pressed two fingers inside.

He smiled, one eyebrow raised as I gasped and squirmed. “What, you think being an omega’s just about submission and sweetness? No, baby, it’s aboutpower,” he purred, stroking his cock, hand slipping through his own wetness and mine, smearing it from base to tip. “I get off on pleasure, Britt. Yours and mine. Now,” he said, and rolled us over in one fluid movement so that I found myself straddling his hips, his back to the bed. “I want to see you, this time.”

And he did. I moaned his name as I came so hard ithurt, his hips fucking up into me relentlessly even as I ground down against him, head thrown back, back arched, tits pushed hard into his grasping hands, thumbs tracing rough circles around my sensitive nipples. It was so much, too much, and just when I wanted to pull away, he grabbed me by the hips, holding me flush to him, my eyes rolling back as I felt his cock surge deeper, hot release flooding every inch of my insides.

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“Oh my god,”I said, still panting and sticky when he came back from the bathroom with a warm, damp cloth. “Oh mygod,” I said again. “Fuck me.”

His eyes darkened even as he smiled down at me. “I mean, if you want to, we can,” he said, and I hurried to shake my head, my hair tangling further against the sheet.

“No, thank you,” I whimpered. “I think I need to rest for like… a week.”

“We’ll work on that, baby. Next time…” He wiped across my stomach, down between my legs, so gentle it almost made me forget his tight grip around my wrists, the dark look in his eyes as I had squirmed below him. “Next time, I’ll have you coming with me, every time,” Beau said, his voice rough.

Sothisis what a male omega is, then,I thought, as heat rolled unbidden down my spine.

He smiled, like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

Next time.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

Adrian

“CanI get another of thoseincrediblesparkling waters, bartender?”

Britt caught my eye from down the bar and narrowed her own. I knew she was trying hard not to roll them, for fear of looking unprofessional in front of the other patrons.

I was sorry to bother her at work.

But not sorry enough to stop.

I’d never been much for whole posturing, possessive alpha thing, but Britt… It was hard to watch the other alphas at the bar looking at her like she was barely human.Don’t you see how special she is?I wanted to yell, but then again, maybe not. I wanted to keep her all to myself.

“I take it you never worked food service, then,” she’d said with a wry smile when I broached the topic. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about me, okay? I can take care of myself. Alphas tip well.”

If they tipped so well she wouldn’t be living in that hovel. I frowned as Britt approached with my sparkling water in a tall glass.

“Something wrong with your drink, alpha?” she asked, and, as always, the title from her lips made my heartbeat pick up, even if itwassaid sarcastically.She fit right in to our pack, I thought, my amusement undercut by a deep, instinctual satisfaction.

“Yeah,” I said, managing to keep hold of my instincts for the moment. I’d been keyed up lately. It was that time. “There’s no booze in it.”

“Listen,” Britt said, leaning across the bar so her apron pulled across her chest. “You don’t have to come here. You can go to Ruby’s and I’ll meet you there after my shift. Or you can stay home drinking your fancy bourbon,” she wiggled her fingers, “and I’ll take a rideshare over, or whatever. You all are theonlypack in the history of this hallowed institution that has ever justhung outat Ardor.”

“Britt,” I said, cajoling, “youknowwe’re not here for the drinks, we’re here foryou.”

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