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I shift, twisting in his arms until I’m facing him. Then I press my lips to his neck, his jaw, his chest.

There’s a beat. A moment where I can see it in his eyes - the shift. The instinct sharpening under the surface.

And then he nods, once.

“Okay.”

I try not to whoop in delight as my fingers clutch at his bare shoulders.

“Lie back,” I tell him. “Let me.”

He shifts, easing onto his back, one arm still curled behind my waist, guiding me gently as I straddle his hips, settling over the hard ridge straining against his sweatpants. My slick is already soaking through the thin fabric, my clit screaming as I grind myself right down against it.

A gasp tears from my throat.

The friction - god, ithelps.

And it’ssomuch better than the pillow.

“God, you’re soaked,” Ash comments, his large hands gripping my thighs. “Sweetheart, this is the most fucked-up sleepover I’ve ever been to.”

I laugh - actually laugh - and it cracks something open in my chest.

Then I grind harder.

His cock slides along the slick heat between my folds, and I whimper. My clit pulses against the fabric, my slick soaking further through the cotton between us.

Ash groans, fingers digging into my thighs. Not to stop me - just to anchor himself.

“That’s it, Omega,” he says, voice tighter. “Take what you need.Use me.”

I do.

I rock against him; slow at first, then faster.I press my hands to his broad, muscular chest, feel the taut flex beneath my palms as I build up the speed and the pressure, chasing relief.

I ride him like it’s the only thing keeping me alive, dragging my soaked cunt along the thick line of his cock while he curses under his breath and fights to stay still. He’s so much bigger than me - taller, broader, solid in that alpha way - but he lets me be in charge. Lets me chase it.

But it’s still not enough.

“I need -” I choke. “More.Please.”

His eyes flash.

“Oh, you’ll get more.”

In one smooth move, he flips us.

I yelp, then moan as he settles between my legs.

He leans down and kisses me softly, slowly, then peels the flannel shirt - the one that was already covered in his scent - from my body. I arch to help him, shivering as the air hits my damp, overheated skin.

He drags his mouth down my throat, over my collarbone, then back up - worshipping me inch by inch.

I tug at his waistband with shaking hands, and Ash doesn’t hesitate. He lifts his hips, peels the sweatpants off, and kicks them away -

And then his cock isright there.

Big. Heavy. Veined and glistening with precome.

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