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When she gazed up at me through her lashes this time, she said, “What happened to that hard fuck you promised?”

I nipped at her ear and whispered in her ear, “Is that what you want from your alpha?”

To which she gasped, “Yes, alpha, please.”

I rose above her, slid all the way out, and then slammed home. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and I did it again two more times while my control lasted. Then I went wild, pistoning my hips as we sought our pleasure together.

With my upper body over her, she drank in the sight of my muscles, making me feel sexy for the first time in a long time. I slid one hand down to her clit, and her hips bucked beneath mine.

“Did you like it when Flint touched you while Heath finger-fucked you?” I asked.

“Yes, alpha,” she cried. “So much.”

“Did you like it when I watched you come all over Heath’s fingers?” I demanded.

“Yes, alpha. Please, I’m close,” she gasped. “What… what do you want me to say for you, alpha?”

I leaned in and ghosted a kiss across her upper lip as my hips fell forward against her again. Feeling her breath stutter against my mouth as she teetered on the edge nearly did me in.

“Whatever you want,” I whispered.

Then I swirled my fingers hard against her clit as I slammed home again.

Her mouth bumped against mine, and she moaned against my lips. “Gage, yes, please!”

My name fell from her lips over and over as she came on my cock, and I loved every second. Watching the ecstasy overcome her pushed me over the edge, and hearing my name in her sweet voice made an emotion bubble up that I refused to acknowledge.

Instead, I gave into the moment and let sensation take over, reveling in it all. The delightful gasps she made between calling my name. The softness of her hair falling over the hand that kept me above her. The feeling of her wetness on my fingertips. The clench of her inner walls around me… The glorious sensation of her milking me as I filled her up with my release.

Only then did I remember I’d once promised myself to wait until her heat before touching her again.

Some promises were made to be broken.

Chapter 15

Heath

When Flint and I returned from getting supplies for tomorrow’s job — thanks to a loan against its pay — I already knew what we would find. I’d sensed it through the pack bond. Even though Gage had done a decent job of shielding us from it, his concentration had slipped a few times, letting his lust and satisfaction bleed through.

So I wasn’t surprised when I opened the door to the scent of sex and Freya’s sweet apple pie perfume. I hoped her heat would arrive soon, because I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out against my desire for her.

Making her come apart at the restaurant had driven my wolf insane with the need to bite and claim her, but I knew we wouldn’t be doing that any time soon. The way she’d looked at me after the scene in the restaurant made me realize she might never forgive me for trying to drive her away. And my attempts to bring her pleasure had driven the wedge even deeper between us.

I’d never expected she might not settle for only one mate. If Flint was right about that, and I’d managed to ruin things with Freya permanently… my wolf would never forgive me for letting our mate slip through our claws.

Flint might be equally unforgiving — I’d sensed his quiet displeasure with me through the bond since the night I’d fuckedFreya and left her alone. Despite that, he’d been pushing me to make things right with her, to invite me into this mutual mating he envisioned.

I hoped I could, for both my sake and for our pack’s.

Before we’d headed in, Flint and I made sure the supplies we’d acquired were loaded into the borrowed vehicle for tomorrow. Sooner or later, we would return to Moonblessed for our proper vehicles, but for now, we would have to deal with someone else’s castoffs. I already hated the old Ford van, but we were stuck with it for this job, at least.

The house was quiet when we entered. Flint silently untied and toed off his moccasins, while my combat boots took me a bit longer. With a glance at one another, we headed for Freya’s bedroom.

We all considered it her room because she was the only one who consistently slept there. And I was the only one who consistently didn’t. Flint and Gage had taken turns keeping watch over her in there, but I’d known better than to think my presence would comfort her.

I’d hoped to start building bridges with her before her heat. But time was running out. I wasn’t enough of a gentleman to let her ride out her heat without me.

Flint and I peeked into her bedroom to find our broad-shouldered pack alpha curled around the tiny form of a sleeping Freya, his heavy arm draped protectively across her slender body under the blankets. The tender look on his face tugged on my heartstrings, though I wasn’t sure why until I felt jealousy burning in my gut.

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