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I barely taste him as he spurts down my throat, his cock trembling with each burst. A neediness swamps over me, scrambling my senses and I let out a high-pitched whine.

Rickon whips out, leaving a trail of salty cum across my tongue. I’ve barely time to evaluate it when he tips me forward so my head’s on the couch and runs his hand down my back. “I’ve thought about this body all day,” he murmurs in my ear as he slides under my ass cheeks and runs his fingers through my folds. “And you’re soaked. Such a good, wet girl.”

I moan and grab his arm; something about the definition in his forearm drives me wild, and I dig my fingertips in to explore the texture. Rickon curves two fingers and hooks them into my pussy. I moan deeply, fireworks erupting through my core.

His free arm tightens across my chest, clamping our heaving bodies together. “That’s it. Whine for me again, my omega. Tell me how much you want this.”

“It feels so good!” I moan.

He pushes harder, his hand cupping my pussy with each thrust. “Yeah?” He’s panting with me, each hot gust rushing past my sensitive ear. He’s feeding off my lust, getting pleasure just from the feel of my body under his palms. I’m doing this to him.

He clutches me to his chest and pounds his hand in hard. I spread my knees and sink onto his fingers, whining with desperation. Lava boils in my belly and I strain, holding his arm in a death grip.

“Alpha!” I cry.

“Come for me, my gorgeous omega,” he demands, sealing his command with a kiss.

I mewl into his mouth and sink lower, trapping his hand to the floor as lust overwhelms me. He licks up my whines and lifts me so he can keep thrusting. I shatter with a scream, wet sounds murmuring from his fingers as he rides me through the burning pulses. It feels like a river bursts between my thighs, but if he cares about the rug getting wet, he doesn’t mention it.

“So good,” he murmurs, dropping his sweaty forehead to my shoulder and panting with effort.

I whimper and collapse onto him, exhausted. Rickon rocks back gently so he can sit down and pulls me into his lap, our pants syncing until our chests rise in unison as we catch our breath.

“Are you hungry?” he whispers.

“No.”

He nuzzles into my neck, inhaling my scent. “I just want to lie down and hold you awhile. Is that okay?”

“Sounds perfect,” I murmur, feeling sleepy. From what little I knew of sex, I thought alphas were all about sticking their cocks in, but Rickon seems enamored with any kind of touch. It’s a marvel that we can enjoy each other like this, and come in whatever way we like, without expectations. It feels safe.

Rickon levers me up off him and we resettle on the couch. He drags a woven blanket off the backrest and spreads it over us, tugging me against his chest. His heartbeat pounds in my ear and I soften.

“I love you,” Rickon murmurs sleepily.

I want to say it back, but it sticks on my tongue. He still doesn’t know everything about me. Doesn’t know how much of a used toy I am. One day, I’ll work up the courage.

I squeeze him tight.

Chapter thirty-two

Rickon

Warmth simmers against my chest, and I hug it closer, my subconscious mind telling me it’s my omega, who belongs as close as I can get her. Preferably closer. My sleepy mind struggles to place what disturbed me. Did I hear beeping?

The electronic door latch clicks, and I jerk in shock. Callisto doesn’t have my current access code, so only one other person could enter my apartment. But I changed the code again, didn’t I?

“So this is the reason you’ve been ignoring me?” Hudson’s deep voice cuts through my sleep haze like a laser. Nausea claws up into my spasming throat. I try to thrash away the blanket without rolling Red off the couch, but his big hand descends on my knee, trapping me.

“Can’t blame you if you found a pretty omega squeeze. She smells good too.”

My eyes fly wide to meet Red’s gaze. She blinks at me sleepily. “Who’s ’at?”

My grip on her tightens. “Get out, Hudson!” I yell. “I told you we’re over.”

A shrill parrot voice echoes after me. “Over. Over. Fuck off.”

Hudson scoffs. “I came to get my stuff, but this changes things, pretty boy.” He smirks at me and rolls back the blanket. “Let’s take a look.”

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