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“I’m telling you all this because I need you to know that when I make a promise, I keep it. I slept with a few women, ten years after Louella. Two were sex workers, and I made them tie me down so I couldn’t... hurt them. I didn’t, but I didn’t enjoy the experiences either. You know how you said you never knew what a decent orgasm felt like?” She nodded. “I was the same, believe it or not. For a long, long time, I didn’t feel sexual attraction for anyone. Or at all, really. I only jerked off a couple of times a year, if that.”

“What… When did that change?”

I grinned at her pink face. “About a month ago, when I showed up at a certain apartment in Denver and escorted the most beautiful, kind woman I’d ever met to a volunteer job as a sitter for poor infants.” I kissed her lips gently, then her cheeks and eyelids, tasting her tears. My compassionate, sweet omega. “I see you, you know? You quietly make everyone else’s dreams come true, but never ask for your own.” She made a soft sound, and I kissed her again. “I saw you holding those babies, and wanted nothing more than to give you your own. You want babies, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she admitted.

“Then the pills had to go.”

She blinked. “But… wait.”

“I said I wouldn’t knot you, sweetheart. I made a vow, and I’m sorry if it hurts your omega nature to hear it, but I won’t.”

I smoothed her damp hair back from her face, my heart so full of love for her, it ached. “I can’t give you my knot. But I’ll give you my heart… and as many babies as you want.”

Chapter 14

Valentine

Iwas so confused. Happily confused, though.

“Your heart? Your—our babies? But, why?”

It was everything I’d ever dreamed, and as he smiled at me, I wondered if I was caught in a heat dream. “Why, baby girl? If you haven’t figured it out by now, I love you.”

I blinked. My tongue felt like lead. My heart was racing so fast, I was worried I might pass out. But the love and lust in Donovan’s eyes gave me the strength to speak. I skipped over the love part—I was in no way ready to address that—and went to the biological impossibility of what he’d said.

“But don’t you have to knot me—I mean, knot an omega to get her pregnant?”

He shook his head, a wicked smile beginning to curl over his face. “No. It’s more effective that way. Easier. You’re about ten times more likely to get pregnant from knotting, but that just means we’ll have to fuck ten times more often.” His hands dropped to my abdomen, opening the robe to touch my skin. “That won’t be any problem. I’ll fill you so full of my cum, there won’t be any other option.”

My pussy clenched, totally on board with that idea. “But… we’re true mates. Don’t you want to… claim me?” I’d read more than enough alpha-omega smut to know the mate bond happened when the alpha was knotted inside. “We can’t bond—ahh!”

He had me in his arms, carrying me toward the nest, before I could finish. “Don’t doubt me, sweetheart. I’ll find a way to give you everything you need.”

For a moment, I resisted, but then some inner part of me relaxed. This was my bodyguard. My protector. My true mate. He didn’t just want me.

He loved me.

A new wave of prickly pains in my abdomen started again. But this time, I had a deep suspicion they wouldn’t stop. Not until my heat—my real, full-length first heat—was over.

“Okay, Daddy,” I sighed against his neck as he carried me back into the nesting room. “I trust you.”

Donovan was the perfect alpha. He put me back in my nest, then ran to take the world’s quickest shower. When he came back, he’d gathered up all the supplies we might need—food, drinks, stacks of towels, lube, and the rest of the sex toys I hadn’t used in the nest in my omega heat haze.

Mostly, it was just stuff like anal beads and nipple clamps, but he’d also grabbed the Pussy Pounder 4.0 box. I watched him pull the remote control out and set it on the table, but then he hummed, reaching back into the box. There was another section in the bottom, and when he opened it, he let out a chuckle of satisfaction.

“What is it?” I asked, unwrapping my robe and placing it over one of the pillows. My nest was slightly messy, and my inner omega was waking up now, making sure I fixed it all before the next wave washed over me.

“Did you ever get a prize in the bottom of a cereal box?”

“No, but I heard about that from the old days. That was really a thing?”

He let out a mock growl. “Yes, little girl, back in the dark ages when I was a child, there were dinosaurs and steam engines and prizes in the cereal boxes.” He opened the smaller package and pulled out a lavender silicone ring. It had bumps on it and a hole just the right size for a?—

“Is that a beta knot?” I giggled. My sisters had told me about their beta friends who wore the false knots for fun. Though they’d agreed it probably wasn’t anything like a real one, not that they’d ever dated any alphas.

“That’s exactly right, princess,” he said, shucking off his gray sweatpants. He spat in his hand and rubbed it on the inner edge of the ring, then slid it down his dick until it sat at the top of his real knot. Right now, the fake knot was about the same size as his. But I knew when he was coming inside me, it would be dwarfed by him.

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