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She leaks slick, and it drips around my knot and down my balls. Looping my arm around her hip, I tease her clit. By the looks of it, she’s having enough trouble keeping her top half up with how badly her arms shake.

I never thought I’d be sad missionary sex was off the table, but I wish I could be on top of her, caging her in and feeling every smooth inch of her soft skin pushing into my much harder frame.

My pelvis bumps her ass, but I purposely avoid slamming my knot inside her.

Fuck.

My instincts are going haywire. They’re still screaming at me to cage her in. Pinching her clit, I stretch out over her back and plant a hand near her head.

I tug the hair back from her face and toss it over the other shoulder, so I can get close to her ear. “Are you doing okay, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” she groans, nodding. “I just need to come. Pretty please.”

“We can definitely work on that. If you do something for me.” I chuckle, moving back to work her swollen nub. “Scream for me. Don’t hold back. I wanna hear every begging moan.”

Chelsea’s inner walls clench, and she gets so much slicker that I almost slam my knot inside her on the next stroke without meaning to. She sobs out a multitude of commands as her pheromones flood the air, and I shake my head to try to force away the fog.

“Bite me, please…” She moans, and her pussy spasms in waves, like it’s desperately searching for my knot to lock it in place.

“Fuck.” My cock swells, and pressure builds in my balls and lower spine. “Don’t say shit you don’t mean, sweet girl. It’s dangerous for the both of us.”

“I want to feel you sink your teeth in.” She wiggles her hips right as I thrust, and my knot slams inside her opening.

All the air leaves my lungs with the way her pussy clamps down on my swelling knot. My chest fills with a warm fuzzy euphoria at the sensation of her gently rocking over my length.

“Bite me, Linc!”She whines the words, and I’m not sure how I could deny her anything. Slick gushes, dripping out around my knot with every rut, but I lick over her shoulder and strike before I can even think the action through.

Alphas know better than to bite a foggy omega. And it’s pure fucking luck that she accepts the bond. Her body trembles under mine, and I’m so out of it that I fuck her full of my cum with my teeth still buried deep.

It’s only after my orgasm starts to subside that I finally retract my teeth, licking over the bite to clean and seal it.

I plant my hand on her sternum and pull us both up until we’re kneeling. It’s so fucking tempting to give in to the fog andlet the haze of rut carry me away, but once we’re settled on our knees, I tilt her face back to mine. “Are you okay?”

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” She huffs, grinding over my rock-hard cock. “I’m really good. I think maybe you should be able to feel that in the bond. How about if I’m ever not okay, I’ll tell you? Deal?”

I chuckle, relishing the way her hand runs over mine. “Deal.”

Holy fucking shit.

Everything just changed.

Chelsea is officially mine.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Kase

Exercise for me is not the adrenaline rush that it is for Lincoln. Nor does it produce the calm focus Arden claims he gets from a strenuous workout.

Sky has to drag me back to the house for the last ten minutes.

I’m not in bad shape.

I have muscles, dammit.

To be fair, I spend a lot more time doing pull-ups, lifting weights, and sit-ups to keep my abs lean, but running, especially in the cold, just isn’t my thing.

Arden is already plating dinner by the time I make it back to the house. His head raises when he spots me stomping to the fridge to grab a cold bottle of water. “Would you locate Chelsea and Lincoln and let them know dinner is ready?”

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