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Why did I bring him up here? Aside from to make sure he ruts me in the nest …?

I don’t remember. It doesn’t seem important.

I turn to him at the door to the room, putting his arm around me before I let go of his hand.

“Are you going to wait to claim me as yours?” I ask him, as my pussy starts to clench in that desperate, needy, painful way that tells me I might be about to pass out again.

He looks at me with worry in his dark eyes. “You’re getting too warm again.”

“I need …” I start, gasping in pain as I slump forward into his arms.

“I know what you need,” he murmurs, before he lifts me up and carries me into the bedroom.

Chapter Seventy-Three

Archer

I’ve felt the need to take care of my Omega ever since the day I heard her voice. It took months to get re-assigned to her security team, but the moment I heard her sing, I started to think about all the things I could do to keep her safe from harm. Those thoughts have been the consuming force in my life. They’ve driven me to do more, and do better, time and time again.

All of that was done at a distance.

It was implemented without direct contact with the woman it was for.

Zelena as my true mate was a concept that I wanted desperately to have become a reality.

She wasn’t a flesh and blood woman standing in front of me, filled with the desperate, undeniable physical needs of an Omega in heat. Before, when we couldn’t be in the same room without someone making sure I was never allowed close enough to trigger her perfume, our bond felt like something that might never be realized. Now, with how close she’s come to illness from her heat being purposefully delayed by her guardians, everything feels like it’s happening too fast.

I lay her down on the bed, and she moans softly, crumpling up in a ball.

She’s in pain, and there’s only one thing that’s going to make her feel better.

I strip out of my clothes quickly, afraid to waste time.

My worry for my mate is all that’s driving me now.

I don’t think about what we’re about to do, or what it means.

I move onto the bed once I’m naked, wrapping my arms around her from behind.

She leans into me before she turns to kiss me.

“I know this is fast, but I want to be claimed by you, James,” she murmurs. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since Russ admitted you were his Alpha.”

“I’ve been thinking about it for the last few years,” I admit as I wrap my arms around her. “I’d hoped we’d have time to get to know each other before we got to this part.”

She smiles. “I know the important things.”

“What are the important things?” I ask, as I tug the skirt of her dress up and stroke my hand over her thigh.

“You’re protective, patient, and you have good taste in Betas,” she says, making me laugh lightly at that last comment.

“I’ll pass the compliment along,” I tell her.

“You could,” she says. “Or you could admit your feelings for him. I think he’d like that a whole lot better.”

I blink at her. “My feelings—”

“You know he claimed Dale in this bed, right?”

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