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Her eyes close. She’s about to come.

“Look at me. I want to see how beautiful you are when you come on my cock.” I need to see her falling apart in a way she never has before.

With one hand on her buttocks and my free thumb moving between our bodies, I gently squeeze her clitoris, savoring the exquisite sounds she makes as she climbs to her climax.

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

Her eyes lock on mine, and she shackles my cock in a vise.

“You can come,” I breathe. “Come for your alpha.”

Only her breathtaking beauty can rival the gasp that escapes her open mouth.

She’s writhing on my cock.

I palm her ass firmly and I plunge into her from underneath, taking over as she cries out.

When she comes, my orgasm follows with the intensity of a storm. Filling her with my seed, coating her walls while holding her close to me.

Our bodies are slick together and our breathing is in sync as we come down from our high.

Her full breasts heave over my sweaty chest. My arms hold her close to me as I purr into her hair. “You were such a good girl.”

While she didn’t fully embrace my knot, she slid over it, granting me a deeper connection with her. Something neither of us has given any other. The next time will be the time we lock together.

“Thank you.” I wait for the sass that normally falls from her mouth, but she remains quiet apart from a gentle hum against my skin as her warm breath slides over my chest. Then, without warning, she kisses me and my heart pounds. “That was my first orgasm... apart from oral,” she clarifies. “And you gave me that, too.”

Pride envelops me as I wrap my arms tightly around her, holding her close. “I’m glad it was me.” I kiss the top of her damp hair. “It’s time for me to clean you up.”

Chapter 19

Holly

Afterourfantastictripto Miami, he surprised me again by driving to his parents’ home just outside of Boston rather than getting his driver to take us.

I thought he wanted to have a private conversation. Instead, he’s been strangely silent for two hours now. And I’ve been staring out of the window at the snowy landscape outside—cold, and unforgiving—just like the situation I find myself in, which is so different from only yesterday.

As usual, I’m trying to think about what’s going through his mind.

He’s always been hot and cold, but I thought we turned a corner in Florida, but today it’s as though it never happened.

I give up.

The man is unreadable, and I’ve decided I need to stop trying so hard. I just wish his scent would stop coating my flesh. It’s causing a pleasant, warm, and fuzzy sensation which frustrates me. I hate how he affects me.

What frustrates me even more, is that he shows no sign of being impressed by my scent.

It’s only one way. There’s no scent matching and nobody ever warned me about scent loving.

Is it even a thing?

I had never experienced the love for an alpha’s scent until him. Typically, other scents have a sharp sour smell. Never have I smelled such a medley of scents that have blended like his.

And he just stares at the road ahead.

Totally unaffected.

“Can I turn on the air con?” I ask, while wiping away a bead of sweat between my breasts.

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