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The purr deepens as he leans over me, using one hand to spread my legs. Caught in the thrall of this sound, I reach down and guide his cock into my pussy. I’ve only ever heard it inside my brain before, but here it is, caressing my ears in the flesh. My alpha’s contentment.

Rickon thrusts, his mouth dropping open with the first stroke. The man I met first is barely here, but I still feel his burning adoration in the way he strokes my collar bone, hunches down to drop kisses on my lips, and stares at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.

He drags in a deep breath, then lodges deep, knocking a moan loose from my chest.

Our union has sent my kind, sweet alpha into rut.

Chapter twenty-five

Rickon

The world filters around me in fragmented shapes, arranging themselves like a mosaic. Damp sheets twisted into ropes, one corner of the underlay coming loose, and aching muscles like I’ve run a half marathon. I roll onto my back and groan. Make that a full marathon.

“Hi.”

I turn my head and blink at the beautiful red-haired woman lying beside me, the pillow dimpling around her high cheekbones.

“Red,” I murmur, maneuvering so I can stroke her cheek. “You’re real.” I catch sight of some pink smears on the sheets behind her and the last of the mosaic crashes together in a blinding flash. “Oh, shit!” I sit upright, ignoring my protesting muscles. “What happened? What did I do?” Dread claws wildly at my stomach.

She smirks. “You went into rut.” Her words drop calmly into my turmoil, and I blink at her, stunned. Rut? I’ve never rutted before. The usual alpha notions don’t really apply to me.

As if reading my mind, she hums softly. “First time, hey? I like that.”

I clap one hand over my mouth. My rut’s not important right now. “There’s blood on the sheets. Did I hurt you?” Another thought crashes over me and I gasp. “Fuck, we didn’t even use protection.”

She smiles and tugs me down to fit into her arms. “Stop panicking. It was wild and beautiful, and I’m on a contraceptive. You didn’t hurt me—it was just a lot.”

Her body heat melts my resistance, and I fold into her embrace. Sparks of memory flicker in my mind; the ways I took her over and over in every position I could think of, wringing out more orgasms than I’ve had previously combined.

I brush my thumb across her dark eye bags and bite my lower lip. “How long have we been here?”

She gestures over my shoulder at the window where bright light trickles in between the blinds to fire up her beautiful skin. “It went dark once, and then light, and you’ve slept for a few hours since dawn.”

Holy shit! I tear myself free and roll over to find my phone. Did I miss work? No, I don’t have a job anymore. I relax as I hit the on button. 12:36pm. It’s been twenty-four hours since I brought her home. My notifications show four missed calls from Callisto, but I drop the phone back on the side table and roll over to face my omega.

“I’m sorry I lost control,” I say, kissing her cheek and forehead before tasting her lips. She’s every bit as delicious as I remember. “I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you.” And what if I put her off, and she decides she doesn’t want me? My heart aches at the thought.

She chuckles huskily, her lids sagging. “I’m pretty indestructible, as far as omegas go. We’re built for a lot of sex, you know.”

I pull her into my chest, noting the tangles in her long hair and love marks covering her slim frame. I’ve really put Red through a workout. “How do I make this right?”

She taps my cheeks with a hint of reprimand, like a gentle smack. “Stop. Nothing was wrong. It was amazing, and you’re amazing.”

I hug her tightly and breathe in her honey and nut scent. It takes me a few shuddering breaths to collect my thoughts. Best to simply be honest. “I just really don’t want to screw this up. I don’t think I could bear it if I chased you away,” I whisper into her hair.

Red chuckles and squeezes me. “Babe, trust me, you’re the one more likely to be scared away. But if you’re offering to make up for my suffering—?”

I pull back to hold her at arm’s length. “Just say the word.”

She pouts so prettily I feel the urge to fuck her all over again. Seems traces of the rut hormones remain in my system. I squeeze my legs together to stifle the urge.

Red smiles sleepily. “I could use a few more hours’ sleep, and then coffee.”

“Done. And I’ll cook. What do you like?”

“Anything. Pasta sounds divine. Oh, are you gluten-free?”

I draw back to look at this sweet woman who figured out my diet just from one cafe order. “Intolerant, yeah, but I have special pasta.”

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