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The tingling ache of his teeth digging into my throat takes my breath away. Or maybe that’s the unreal feeling of him locking us together. It could also be the way his emotions slide into the bond.

My heart pounds as I clutch him tightly to me. I sob out something incoherent, but I’m actually really freaking happy. I pray he can feel that as I tremble under him. Tears burn in my eyes, but I’m completely content.

“Motherfucker, I get sidetracked for thirty damn seconds with an internet search and…” Hawk rants but pauses. “You know what? Nevermind. Congratulations. Oakley, you’re going to need to sign this when you’re clear.” He crawls out of the nest as Marcus licks over his bite. “Otherwise, it puts the resort and Marcus in a bad spot.”

“I will,” I choke out.

“I love you so fucking much,” Marcus growls against my skin. “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure that I deserve you.” Tears leak down my cheeks as I clutch his shoulders. I can feel the sincerity in his words, and it takes my breath away.

I’ve never felt the type of connection that radiates in the bond between us. It’s humbling perfection.

“You already do,” I assure him. “But me too. I’ll always take care of you in return.”

“Everything just changed.” Marcus brushes his fingers over my cheek.

I nod. “Yeah.” My lower stomach aches with a wave of cramps that come out of nowhere. I groan, bending toward him. “Not to ruin the sweet moment, but I really need to come. I’m so hot.”

Marcus slides a hand under my back, pulling me up until we’re chest to chest. It takes some maneuvering because I don’t know what to do with my legs. We can’t move too much since we’re locked together, but eventually, I end up squatting over him while he kneels with his ass on his heels.

“Kiss me while you grind on my knot,” he murmurs, palming the back of my head. I do exactly that as my heart races. His emotions flood the bond, and I’m sure mine do in return. Feeling his pleasure combined with mine sends me over the edge. “Come for me, pretty girl.”

“I am,” I sob, unsure if it comes out clearly enough to understand.

Marcus pulls me even closer, rolling his pelvis so it teases my clit. Terribly embarrassing sobs and demands spill from my lips.

“That’s it, princess, clench your tiny cunt around me while I fuck you into oblivion.” His shaft swells as his knot pulses, and he comes inside me, holding me to him like he’ll never let me escape.

I start to come down before he does, and I tilt my head to stare up at his gorgeous face. He’s so damn beautiful, and he’s absolutely mine. I tremble against his chest as he palms the back of my head and brushes his lips over my forehead.

It’s absolutely a perfect moment in time.

ChapterTwenty-Seven

Sullivan

I’m a jealous asshole.

I can admit that.

Over the last day and a half, I’ve seen Marcus and Liam fuck Oakley in a smorgasbord of positions I didn’t even know existed. I’ve been tempted to do more than just watch, but I have serious doubts that I’d be able to please her and not just because of my designation.

Hawk has participated, but he hasn’t had full-blown sex with her. Although, I’m fairly sure that’s because he’s afraid of hurting her. I don’t know for sure since I’m not in his head, but that’s just the impression I’ve picked up on. Every time Oakley tries to pounce on him, he manages to distract her with his hands or mouth.

Speaking of Hawk, he pulls me into the hallway while the other three catnap. “Jamen has called a ton of times. I’m not sure if it’s important, but I’m going to give him a call back while they’re asleep.”

“Okay.” I take a step back toward the nest. I’m not sure why he needed to pull me out here to tell me that.

“She hasn’t had anything to eat in almost twelve hours.” Hawk nods toward the living room. “I ordered food and it’s waiting.”

I frown even harder.

Does omega perfume rot alpha brain that thoroughly, or am I just slow because I haven’t slept more than two hours in a row?

“You want me to wake them up to eat?” I ask, scratching my jaw.

“I thought maybe you’d like some one-on-one time with Oakley.” He shrugs. “If not, no worries. I’ll wake her up when I get done making my calls. She’s probably going to be moody anyway. Heats shut down most unnecessary physical responses, but the packet of papers said she shouldn’t go longer than twelve hours without eating something, even if it’s a small amount.”

“Got it,” I agree, glancing back toward the door to the nest. “I’ll handle it.”

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