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I swear fireworks erupt as I kiss him deeply. Everything in the world fades away, and it’s just Zayd and me.

Oh, god. I rock against his length, chasing an orgasm. Zayd’s hand wraps around my ass cheek as he grinds me into him harder. I pull away and gasp for air. I’m so hot. I’ve never been touched like this...I didn’t know this was possible.

Zayd kisses my jaw, my throat, moving down to that place where my throat meets my shoulder. The place I will one day be marked with his bite. The omega in me whines, and I tilt my throat, exposing it to him. I want him to claim me. I can’t think about anything but him bonding me as I reach the peak. He nips me, and I come undone. The bomb within me explodes, and all I can do is gasp for air and ride out the most explosive orgasm I’ve ever had. But it’s not enough...I need more. I need to be filled by an alpha.

I need a knot.

I don’t want to stop. I want more. I want to taste him. Want his knot locked deep inside me. My perfume floods the room and I feel hot and needy… Pre heat.

“Knot me...please,” I whimper. “I need...” I beg.

It’s not me, yet it is. I never thought I would beg for a knot. Never be that omega again ...but this is different. They’re my alphas and they can give me what I need.

“Babe, how about my fingers?” Knight says from where he now sits on the edge of the bed. I had almost forgotten he was even here with us. If it wasn’t for the blueberry pancakes scent mixed with lilacs, I wouldn’t have even known he was still here.

“Yes,” I breathe out. “Use your fingers.”

CHAPTER 17

KNIGHT

Mine, the alpha in me screams.

Harley’s my mate. My omega...

The fog I’ve been living in for so long has passed enough to see—she’s my cure.

Since she’s been here in our home, my mind has been clear. Her scent is calling to me to mark her and claim her as mine, but I hold back. Just to touch her is enough. How is it possible that I found my scent match in a little diner in a beta-only town...and all this time, as I slowly lost my mind, she was locked away in the Omega House, waiting for me? So close but out of reach.

She remembers me...blueberry pancakes. The guys always laugh at my scent, because if there is one thing I hate, it’s blueberry pancakes.

But Harley. She loves my blueberry pancakes scent. And I love her sweet scent so much, especially as she’s perfuming. It’s been stuck in my mind since the first time I scented her. And now that I’m so close to her, it’s like a drug. I’m hooked.

Her perfume floods Zayd’s small room as she comes down from that orgasm. I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from sinking my teeth into her lush ass. Fuck, my girl has the hottest ass, and I know where I want to leave my mark. I’m surprised Zayd held back. Hell, I’m in shock that he’s the first of us to kiss her. I’d wished it would have been me, but I have a feeling that beta Gage was her very first.

Instead, I get to use my fingers on her, and that’s the first I’m looking forward to.

“Knight,” she whimpers. “Please.”

I growl deep at the way she says my name. Never, in my wildest dreams, did I think this would ever happen, and now she’s here, begging me to fuck her slick pussy with my fingers. I want to do so much more, but I know she wants to take this slow. I do too. As much as I long to claim her, no other match would ever compare to my scent match. I want to give her time to get to know us. And us her.

I’m happy to wait as long as I can. As long as my mind stays clear, I will wait forever.

I shift up behind her and straddle Zayd’s legs. When he raises a brow, I smirk and wink at him, and he blushes. I’ve always wondered if he would like it if I used my fingers on him too.

But I can’t think about that right now. The others are out there, cooking breakfast for us all. After the scare this morning, we’re all wide awake.

Harley drops her head back to my shoulder, and I feel her body heat through the tee Dash gave her. She turns her head slightly, peering up at me through those dark chocolate eyes. Her pupils are blown, and I’m concerned she’s going into heat.

“Pre heat?” I ask her. I don’t think she’s in a full-blown heat, but she’s not far off. Does it normally come this fast after Choosing Day? I learned about it in my alpha studies in high school, pre heats and then full-blown heats.

I’m the only one of the guys who has an omega for a mother. So, I know more about these things. Growing up was...well, I learned to wear headphones and stay away from my mother’s nest when she was in heat.

“Yes, I think it is. Fuck. I hate this. I hurt, Knight,” she whimpers to me, and a need to help her floods through me. Just as much as a need to knot her...claim her and make her ours.

Fuck, maybe I’m not the best choice for this. I don’t know if this will make me worse. What if I’m in danger of losing control? I might bite and bond her, and I don’t want to do that to her until she’s ready.

But I can’t walk away. I want to kiss her, but as she tips her head away, exposing her throat, I growl. My hand snakes around her waist and up to between her breasts. My fingers drag over her sensitive skin on her collarbone and wrap around her throat.

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