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“Holy hell.”

“If swallowing your cum made you feel even half as good as that, I’ll do it as much as you want me to.”

“Fuck, Zey, don’t get me hard again,” he murmurs, reaching out to stroke over my hair.

“But I need to, if you’re going to claim me,” I tell him, moving closer and leaning in close for a kiss.

“I claimed you the second my cum spilled down your throat,” he whispers. “You’re already mine.”

“I’m yours,” I agree. “And I don’t care if I’m supposed to be claimed by your Alpha first. I haven’t even met him yet. I’m not going to let him take me before you do, if that’s what you were thinking.”

One look in his eyes and I know it’s not what’s on his mind.

“As if I’d let Archer swoop in and seduce you like that,” he scoffs.

“So, you’ll claim me tonight? Properly?”

“I’ll give you everything you want, and more.”

“More?”

“You’ll see.”

Chapter Nine

Russ

Breaking the rules doesn’t worry me as much as it would Archer, and I know he’d make the same choice, given half a chance. Zey wasn’t sated by my first attempt to keep her pre-heat lust under control, and I’m way beyond the point of no return when she asks me again to claim her.

The scent of her perfume has filled up the bedroom, and I still have the taste of her on my tongue when I kiss her pretty lips again, intent on making the night last.

She moans softly into my mouth when I reach down to grasp her ass and pull her in close.

The leg she slings over mine opens her slick-drenched pussy over my cock, where drips of her sweet nectar paint my swollen flesh, tempting me to claim what’s mine.

I rock my hips lightly, rubbing my shaft through her lips and over her clit.

She breaks the kiss and catches her breath.

I open my eyes to watch her flushed face as she moans for me.

“Why are you teasing me like this?” she groans, rocking her own hips in an obvious effort to make my cock slide into her slick entrance.

It doesn’t happen. We’re not quite close enough. The angle’s off.

“I’m just making sure you’re ready,” I tell her, like I’m teasing her.

When really, it’s so fucking hard to believe she wants this that I’m forcing myself to slow down.

A Beta doesn’t usually get first claiming rights to a pack Omega. That’s typically an Alpha’s job.

The fact that she wants me to be not only be the first of her pack, but the first man ever to feel the tight walls of her sweet pussy around his cock, it feels too good to be true.

“I’m ready,” she murmurs, gazing at me through slitted lids. “I’m so ready I can’t stand to wait another second.”

She looks like she’s in physical pain. Like she desperately needs to be claimed.

“Tell me this isn’t your heat,” I ask, watching her eyes widen in surprise.

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