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I moan softly at the contact with the sensitive flesh. He swallows the sound and slides his hand down my stomach, stopping short of the place that aches most for his touch.

“Are you still sore from the birth?” he asks, his voice a raspy blend of arousal and concern.

“I’m an Omega,” I scoff, proud of my designation for the first time. “I healed before you even showed up to rescue me.

He huffs a laugh and nuzzles my neck. “What an incredible creature you are.”

He lifts the hem of my dress, pulling it up slowly until I can feel the cool air against my wet core. Slick has seeped through my white undergarment and onto my thighs, but he doesn’t shy away from it.

He slips his fingers beneath the fabric, gliding them carefully along my folds through the wetness until they’re covered. Then, he sneaks one between, grazing my clit with a soft, yet effective, touch.

I gasp at the pleasure, instinctively bucking my hips against his fingers. Heat floods my cheeks at my own eagerness. Mercifully, he doesn’t tease me. He kisses my collarbone and playfully nips at my jaw as he continues his gentle strokes.

I let myself rock into his touch, moaning lightly with every bolt of pleasure from his warm fingers. I’ve imagined him touching me like this countless times, but the reality far surpasses anything I could ever come up with in my head.

But I want more.

With a light tug, I move his hand away and untie my dress.I slowly pull the layers of fabric away from my body. The more of my skin that’s revealed to him, the more his eyes widen with excitement.

Emboldened by his approval, I slide my panties down and toss them to the side. He sucks in a deep breath and takes in what I’ve presented to him.

“Thank you for giving me another chance,” he whispers, tracing aimless paths along my hip with his fingers. “This life wouldn’t be worth fighting for if you hadn’t. I need you, Rue.”

“You have me,” I say, pulling his face down to kiss me. “Now,takeme.”

“I will,” he says, kissing me softly. “As often as you’ll allow me. I love you.”

My heart races, wanting to leap from my chest and into his.

He can’t lie. He really does love me.

I should say it back. I want him to know that he’s loved just as deeply. But he climbs on top of me and takes my focus away.

He grabs my wrists and pins them together above my head, holding them tightly with one hand. Then he settles between my legs and crashes his lips against mine.

He takes control of my mouth for a while before slowing the intensity. His lips wander down my neck and across my chest. He spends time on each breast, massaging them and tugging each nipple with his teeth.

His free hand stays busy, caressing whatever it can as his mouth lavishes me with attention.

Alphas are domineering and aggressive. Big and bossy, eager to show off. Durin is far more powerful than any Alpha, yet he offers me tenderness instead. A thoughtful, unhurried journey to make me feel treasured. It’s so unlike the proud, selfish mounting of an Alpha, solely focused on his own desires.

Durin is building a connection with me, not seeking to conquer me.

He kisses me quickly, then vanishes. I feel his neck brush against my core just before he latches onto my hip bone. He bites down and sucks hard. Hard enough to mark me.

My legs fall open. I’m left fully exposed to him when he rises to his knees. I don’t feel shy, though. I just feel wanted. Still, I can’t help but jump when he ventures between them.

He kisses the points where my inner thighs meet my core. I feel his cold breath blowing against my slicked folds as he presses his lips right above my swollen clit. His tongue joins in the teasing, giving tiny licks just outside the target.

I want to roll my hips to claim the pressure I’m dying for. But I force myself to wait and see what he’ll do instead.

It only takes a few seconds to realize I’m more impatient than I thought. The waiting becomes too much. I’m just about to growl at him when he flattens his tongue and drags it along each of my outer folds. I moan and push my core up against his mouth, grinding my angry clit against his tongue.

He flicks it up and down right where I need it. I gasp and twitch with each bolt of pleasure as he repeats the motion over and over.

But he pulls away.

I glare at him, but he just smirks. Then, he holds my gaze as he dips the tip of his tongue right into my entrance.

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