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She freezes under me, moaning long and loud against my lips.

The way her pussy locks down on my hand makes it clear that her orgasm has hit. She’s so overstimulated that she forgets she’s kissing me, and I pull back enough to study her face while she shakes.

Begging demands spill from her mouth, and I have to lock my muscles tight to keep from letting my head snap forward to dig my teeth in. I could go for her lower lip or her neck without much movement required, but it would destroy the tentative trust that we’re starting to rebuild.

The scent of her pussy exploding makes my tip dribble in response while my knot throbs. My head is a mess as my instincts scream, trying to convince me that’s what she really needs. She needs to be locked on my knot and rutted into oblivion.

Her orgasm goes on for so long that it’s almost impressive, and once her eyes flutter open, I take note of how red they are.

“I really need you inside me,” she begs.

My hand is coated in her slick, my head is a fucking mess, and my dick leaks every time she haphazardly jerks me off.

Not to mention the haze that’s taken over my vision.

Ahh, fuck.

ChapterTwenty-Nine

Saylor

Shaw’s muscles push me into the mattress deliciously, but he doesn’t make a move to shove down his sweats so he can slip inside me.

“I want inside you so fucking bad…” He frowns, shaking his head. “I almost want to punch myself in the face for saying this, but not yet. Not if we can find some other way of bringing down your fever.”

I bite my cheek and tilt my head away from his while my eyes burn like I’m about to burst into tears. It makes no sense, considering I can feel his misery, not to mention how hard his shaft is in my grasp.

“No, don’t do that.” He bumps my face back to his, using his cheek, and simultaneously grinds into my fist. “You can feel how bad I want you, but I didn’t want to rush things. Alpha and omega biology is a real pain in the ass at times. I wanted to court you the right way. To have the chance to actually build trust and show you how much you mean to me outside of heat sex.” He sighs and goes on. “But I also can’t stand the thought of leaving you hurting.” Brushing his lips over mine, he pulls his fingers free of my core. “I haven’t been with anyone since we met.” He holds himself up on his palm and rips down his sweats. His crown bumps against my pelvis, and I’m so shocked by his declaration that I lose my hold on his shaft. “You used to love to pick on us for not dating, but I’m really fucking grateful that I get to tell you that and it’s the truth.” He rolls to the middle of the bed and lies flat next to me, nodding at his bouncing cock.

“W-What are you doing?” I ask, pushing up using my forearms. Valor’s T-shirt falls down and the hem pools around my soaked thighs.

Shaw sits up in a partial crunch and wraps his hand around the back of my neck. “I told you how Iwantedthings to go, but this isn’t a perfect world. Life is messy, and we’re all just doing the best we can.” His thumb teases over my jaw as little crinkles appear around the edges of his blue eyes. “I won’t ever deny you me again. I had to last time, but things have changed. If you need my knot, climb on.”

My mouth goes dry as I study his handsome face. I’m still hot and achy, but I’m not as miserable as I was before I came on his fingers. Mostly, I really want to please him. Every cell in my body yearns to feel his skin brush mine and to watch him come undone the way I just did.

I’m in motion before I tell my brain to act. My mouth pushes to his, and I shove him to the mattress.

Shaw’s sticky tip bumps around the back of my thigh as I stretch out, trying to see if this is even possible. If I was a few inches shorter, I doubt it would be, but luckily, my five-foot-nine frame works well with his six-foot-three build.

Tugging my shirt up so it won’t get soaked in slick, I tuck it around my hips, then move that hand between us.

He’s so hard that it almost feels like cruel and unusual punishment not to sink down onto his swollen length, but I understand what he’s saying about rushing into sex. Okay, my impulses think it’s ridiculous to hold off, but as a person, I completely get it.

I moan as his crown hits my clit, but I get him perfectly lined up with my lower lips. I’m drenched, making it easy enough to grind him into his lower stomach.

“This doesn’t count, right?” I ask between soul-consuming kisses.

Shaw grins into the kiss and works his fingers into my hair at the base of my skull. “Nah, probably not. You’re a sneaky little thing.” He chuckles. “Dry fucking for the win.”

“Is that what this is?” I snort. “I’m soaked in my slick, and you are too.”

Capturing his mouth once more, I focus on how hard he is and how incredible it feels when his tip bumps my swollen nub. I’m not sure this will get me there, but I bring a hand between us and tease my clit.

I’m obsessed with the way the strong muscles of his chest feel as they brush my aching nipples and how he clutches my skull like maybe he’s afraid I’ll try to escape.

Fat chance of that happening.

My opening catches on his knot as I grind over him, and it clenches wildly, like it knows the appendage is within reach. Shaw’s other hand lands on my hip, and he shoves me down with even more force as he shows me how to fuck him…without ever actually being inside me.

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