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He pushes two fingers inside me this time, fucking me mercilessly with them as I fuck up into the vice-like grip I’ve created, the glide against him hot and silky.

It doesn’t take long, a few thrusts, a few erratic heartbeats, a few shared panting breaths and I explode with a loud groan, ribbons of cum covering his chest. I don’t stop, my still hard dick fucking against his as his body starts to tremble and tighten.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. You got one more for me?” He doesn’t stop, his fingers rubbing against my prostate, the pressure making my vision go white at the edges as my hole clenches down on him and it triggers a second orgasm.

“Fucking perfect,” his words come out strangled as he comes, spurts of cum covering my hands and spattering on his chest.

Before he can detangle himself from me, I lean down and lick up the combined mess we’ve made. It tastes sweet and smoldering, with a muskiness that sends my omega brain wild despite the way the suppressants are supposed to mute everything. My cock tries for one more spurt as I taste us, but I’m spent. For now.

When I’ve cleaned up every last drop, he finally pulls out of my stretched hole, and chuckles at the protesting noise I make as he straightens my shorts. He tucks himself away and reaches out for me, pulling me into his chest.

“Come here, it’s late.” He wraps his arms around me, pulling me down so that we’re laying on the floor before covering us with a quilt. The fire crackles in the background, the orange flames now simmering. “And we’re drunk. And high.”

“More,” I beg, burying my face in his neck, inhaling his scent, covering myself in his pheromones and him in mine. Not that I really carry a scent, not on with medication.

His eyes drift closed, and he strokes my messy curls. “Hmmm, sleep first.”

I finally drift off, my nose still in the crook of his neck, my hand on his bare chest over the steady thrum of his heartbeat, his arm around me, his lips on my hair, our legs woven together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Mine, a little voice whispers in the back of my head.

My Mate.

Chapter Sixteen

Zale

As carefully and gently as I can slide out from underneath Shiloh, gently removing his arm from around my waist and detangling our intertwined legs. My mouth feels dry, like I’ve been licking sand as I try to sit up without disturbing him. What on earth happened last night? Why did I let myself get like this?

The room spins a little before I can focus, I knew drinking the whiskey had been an awful idea. I wasn’t the best drinker since I always had to moderate myself. I may be a large alpha male, but that clearly didn’t mean shit if the pounding in my head was anything to go by. Adding in the weed certainly didn’t help. Goddess, my parents would be so disappointed in me if they could see me now. I was normally so careful, but last night I’d thrown caution to the wind.

A cute snuffling noise has me turning back to the man sleeping by my side in a nest of quilts and cushions. There’s a part of me that thinks I should be panicking right now.

I did something unthinkable, something messed up even by my standards. I had sex with my girlfriend's brother. While I knew that our relationship was at the end of its life, she didn’t, and that wasn’t fair. Cheating on her while she was awaywith our friends and I was trapped in her family cabin wasn’t something I’d planned.

There's another part of me, screaming louder that Shiloh Vox was always supposed to be waking up next to me. He was meant to be mine.

His dark curls cover his face, his hair tie lost sometime during the night, so I carefully reach out and brush them away so I can take a better look. His cheeks are pink and rosy, flushed with sleep and his eyelashes flutter as he dreams.

As gently as I can, I brush my thumb over his swollen bottom lip. We kissed. No, that wasn’t enough to describe what we had done. We had consumed one another, bitten, scratched and clawed at each other chasing more. Last night had been a mix of lust and instinct.

This wasn’t just sexual attraction, it couldn’t be. It felt deeper. Yesterday, I shared with him things I hadn’t ever told anyone else. I tore myself open and exposed a part of me that I kept hidden away, including from myself most days, not ready to face them.

Shiloh was under my skin, and if I could, I would merge myself with him to keep him with me forever. He was mine. That’s what the alpha voice in the back of my head growling over and over, getting louder the more time I spent with him.Mine.He was meant to bemine.

I pause. But what if he didn’t want me? What if I had fucked everything up last night? Now that I’d had a taste, I wasn’t sure that I could go back to pretending he was nothing to me. We could never be strangers again.

It had never been like this with Millie. She was sweet, soft and welcoming, but last night had been on an entirely different level. I wanted to memorize every inch of him with my mouth, map out every freckle and scar, burning it into my brain.Swallow every sound, every pant, every moan. They were mine to consume.

I was obsessed.

I wanted to be with him but how did I make him understand that without chasing him away?

Letting my fingers follow the curve of his body down until my hand rests on his hip, I silently beg that he understands where I’m coming from. He must feel the warmth in his sleep because he makes a soft purring noise, pulling some of the pillows closer.

The dawn's early light trickles in through the windows, it’s too faded and weak for it to disturb him yet but soon enough, we’d have to deal with the fallout of our night. Would he pretend it never happened just like everything else that had gone before? I was going to have to convince him that I was serious about pursuing a relationship with him, especially with the complications from my relationship with Millie.

Opening my phone to the PikSnap app, I start flicking through the snaps from the last two days. With the power outage and wanting to spend time with Shiloh, I haven’t been able to check it.

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