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“What?” I go to move away, but Sin slams my back right where it was.

“Princess, I know you heard me.” He chuckles. “If I lose, I’ll only touch you if you beg.”

“What is the determining factor?” Did I just feed into this? Yeah, I did.

“Simple.” His voice darkens, and my eyes pop open. “Is your pussy wet, Sawyer?”

My mouth parts. “Sin.”

“Yes or no?”

“I’m in a shower, Sin, of course my pussy is wet,” I mock as my heart pounds in my chest.

“You know that isn’t what I mean, princess.” One hand slowly makes its way to my stomach. I could stop him at any point, but I don’t, and what does that say about my mental state? “If you’re wet, then you’re mine, Sawyer,” he murmurs just as his fingertip teases the curls at the junction of my thighs.

I’m wet. I know I am, so maybe that’s why I step out a little, giving him better access, or perhaps it’s just a little bit of insanity. Whatever it is, there’s no stopping the whimper that spills out of me when his fingertips glide along my folds and dip inside.

I want him to touch me, I want him to chase away the day, and the fact that he’s a stranger makes this moment better, more accessible, maybe, because there’s no actual emotional connection here. There’s also no prospect for a future in which we end up together. It’s just chemistry, biology, and orgasms.

He’s an heir, and one day, he’ll have an omega, and I’m a poor substitute for one. I thought that might bother me, but it doesn’t.

“No strings attached?” I mewl because he keeps twirling his fingers around the aroused bud of my clit.

“No strings, Sawyer.” He nips my ear. “Once we ensure you are safe, we both go our separate ways.”

I’m really going to do this, live out every gamma’s desire, and then I can live the life I want after with no alpha barking at me to be a good girl. “Define safe.”

He rumbles against my back. “Tricky girl.”

“I need to cover all my bases.” Somehow, the water remains warm this entire time, beating down on us from that gentle rainwater spout.

“It means that you are safe from any threat.” It’s vague, but my body heats at his touch, and desire pools low in my belly. He lights a fire everywhere he touches me. Never in all my life has a person ignited such a response in me.

It also means that I can go where no other reporter can ever go with him. Sin is an heir. He doesn’t need special clearances, and he doesn’t need permission. He just needs to show up, whereas I would get escorted off the premises.

He wants me because I’m a gamma. After all, I can take him and won’t want more. Omegas may see him and desire him for that coveted pack bond. But me? I don’t want to be a part of a pack. I want to live my life without worrying about who I’m going to piss off, and a girl with multiple men sniffing her ass might have a hard time doing what she wants.

“Safe from harm,” I say again.

His hands tighten on me, and he must sense all my reasons to say no crashing around me. “Just don’t fall in love with me,” he murmurs as an afterthought.

“Impossible.” My heart rate picks up, and I press back into him, feeling his length nudge between my ass cheeks.

“I’ll only ask you this once, and I want you to be explicit in your answer,” he warns. “Do you want my protection, Sawyer, and everything that comes with it?”

Sex. That is what his protection comes with. Me playing the part of his fuck toy, and damn him, but I want that, even it’s just for a little while. It’s been far too long since I even allowed myself to come undone beneath a man, and the last one was a beta who had no clue where my clit even existed.

“I want to be your fuck toy, Sin,” I say with confidence I didn’t realize I owned.

“Good girl.” He removes his fingers and spins me around. Lifting me in one fluid motion, he presses me against the warm tile wall. My legs wrap around him and lock against his back just as he buries his cock deep inside me. “Fuck,” he moans. “I’ve wanted to do that all damn night.”

There’s a difference between the designations that has nothing to do with the size of their dicks or the parts therein that make them who they are, and everything to do with just how well they know how to use it.

Sin rolls his hips in a way that makes me see stars, his girth stretching me until I feel full of him. He wasn’t wrong. I was sopping wet at just the sight of him, at the smell of him, and now, I can feel my pussy grow wetter with each roll of his hips.

Sin fucks me with a passion I’ve never felt before, as though he waited far longer than tonight to have me, and each thrust of his hips nudges me closer toward oblivion. He moves with purpose and the self-confidence of an alpha who knows just how to appease a woman, keeping me tethered to an edge that he toys with at his whim.

A wolf playing with his prey.

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