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"If you let anyone else touch you, I'll fuck you next to a puddle of their blood after I kill them," he murmurs against my lips as his huge hand caresses my cheek. "They will die. It will be ugly. You'll probably have trauma from being fucked next to a corpse. Let's just avoid it."

He shoves his tongue into my mouth as I grind my hips over his.

I'm not sure why Wolfe can say crazy things and it doesn't scare me, but it doesn't. Not at all. If anything, it makes me feel safe while driving me insane with need.

Being an omega is complicated.

As Wolfe's knot swells, getting even larger, I'm really grateful for my biology.

"I've never knotted anyone," Wolfe whispers against my lips. "Is it always like this?"

He sounds so raw and vulnerable that my head shakes automatically.

"No," I assure him.

"I've got this warm, fuzzy feeling in my chest. Jesus Christ. Fucking you is like a drug," he growls.

The next thing I know, I'm plastered to the bed with Wolfe's huge frame pinning me to the mattress.

"Scream if you need to," he says, pulling my hips up a few inches. "I'm about to give your birth control a run for its money."

He pounds into me in deep, rutting strokes as much as he can when we're literally locked together. The drag of his knot right inside my opening forces the fog in at full force. I don't know how long he teases and tortures my body in the best way possible. I lose track of the times he comes inside me, but I beg through each and every one of them.

Chapter Ten

Rafe

"Nice to see you're alive," I say to Wolfe early the next morning. "I was a little afraid Vik finally snapped and murdered you to silence all the fucking."

"Nope," Wolfe says, grabbing a cup and filling it to the brim with coffee. "I'm still kicking."

"I had my fair share of murderous thoughts," I grumble, swiping a hand over my face. "Maybe I poisoned the coffee to get back at you for fucking Anastasia until four in the goddamn morning."

Wolfe frowns at his cup. "Did you?"

"I guess we'll see," I snap. "How are you even awake right now?"

"I've got a tour I can't get out of at eight. I need you to stick around the suite today and buffer Ana and Vik," Wolfe says, shoving long hair back from his forehead.

"I already called out for her for the next bit," I tell him, taking a bite of my cereal.

"Yeah, I know. I tried to call out. Connor wasn't happy. He told me I had to take the group this morning because it's such short notice, but then I'm off for the next ten days." Wolfe sighs."I almost quit. It's un-fucking real how hard it was to pry myself out of bed with her."

"I'll keep an eye on her and Viktor," I assure him.

"Where is he?"

"Fuck if I know," I say, shrugging. "I'm pretty sure he spent the night at the gym, or he left early this morning before I got up."

"Gotcha," Wolfe says, shaking his head. "I'm shocked he managed to keep from biting her. She's not even in full-blown heat. I can't count the times I almost sank my teeth into her last night and this morning."

"Shit," I whisper. "Yeah, I think he might really kill you if you bond her before he does. Is she still asleep?"

Wolfe shakes his head. "She's restless. Her heat is coming on quickas fuck. We showered, and I tucked her back into bed. But just so you know, she didn't make it more than an hour last night without perfuming."

"It's a consequence of the suppressants," I remind him. My mind flies back to last month. She really shouldn't be having a heat so soon, but with how she cut them out so abruptly?

I'm not shocked.

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