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“Or you could take over,” she whispers.

“Mmm, yes, I could do that too.” Pulling out, I thrust back inside her. She’s very slick, making it easy. I never would have guessed that spooning sex would be one of my favorite positions, but I enjoy being wrapped around her back.

Once she gives birth and heals, we’ll be able to explore all sorts of other options, but for now, this works fine. Her inner walls spasm, like they’re searching for my knot, or perhaps she’s much closer to her climax than I guessed.

The thought makes my cock jolt. I do enjoy the idea of her taking what she wants. She grinds back, gyrating her hips and forcing her way farther down my swollen cock.

“Mmm, you are delectable.” I growl, pinching her lower lips and letting my palm brush her clit. “Keep clenching around me like that, and this won’t last very long.”

She moans, slamming her hips back with purpose. “Your scent is everywhere. I love it, but I need more.”

That’s the frustrating part of not being able to simply switch positions so that she could bury her nose in my scent.

Instead, I let every bit of unhinged praise spill from my lips and take over slapping my hips against her ass. Twisting back a bit, I test different directions until she starts to frantically nod while begging for more.

There we go.

“That’s it, love,” I murmur, applying firmer pressure on her swollen nub. “Soak me in your slick. I want to be coated in your scent, then I’ll fill you with mine.” The quivering of her inner walls turns to a milking of my cock that’s so intense, I can’t hold back. “You’re so fucking perfect. An absolute gift of an omega. I need you to come for me, because I’m about to drill every drop of my cum into the bottom of your very slick little pussy.”

Pleasure rips through my system, and the staggering urge to bite her hits me square in the chest. I fight against the impulse and focus on fucking her through her orgasm.

It’s several long seconds before my vision clears, and I stretch over her top half to kiss her temple. “Not a bad way to start the day.”

She smiles, glancing at me over her shoulder. “Not bad at all.”

Chapter Thirty-One

Kase

What I’m not prepared for at ten minutes to nine in the morning?

My mother to arrive at our door with Easton and the very pouty omega from yesterday in tow. Sky runs out, giving everyone a cursory sniff, but I’m still baffled.

How the hell did they even run into each other?

What is that woman’s name?

Did he truly kidnap her?

Not that I’m judging. I’d do the same with Chelsea, if it came down to it.

“Kase?” Mom’s head tilts. “Are you going to invite us in?”

Dammit.

Chelsea and Arden are still enjoying a morning quickie, and my damn dick thinks he was invited to the party. The bond is incredible, but the spillover is inconvenient.

“Yeah, come in.” I wave, trying to find some way to alert Lincoln through the bond that we have guests. Who knows if it works.

My mom scurries past, aiming straight for the kitchen with her arms loaded down with bags.

“Briar, this is Kase. Kase, meet my assistant, Briar. She’s not happy to be traveling, but I assured her it was for a good cause.” Easton smiles cuttingly and shoves his armful of bags at my chest. “Your girlfriend’s house had no groceries. That means you assholes get to feed us breakfast.”

I’m still confused why he’s so interested in the Manzos to begin with, but I take the offered bags.

“Call us when it’s ready or bring us over some plates,” Easton says, grabbing Briar’s arm. “We’re headed back to that death trap of a house. Any idea when the heat will be on?”

“Friday,” I say, even though it might be Monday.

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