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I surge forward in one smooth motion, burying myself to the hilt. The sensation draws matching groans from both of us—the perfect heat and pressure, the way she accepts all of me with eager readiness.

Our bond flares white-hot, carrying her pleasure straight to my core and mine to hers in an endless loop. Our heartbeats synchronize, breathing patterns aligning automatically without conscious effort.

“Perfect,” I murmur against her lips, starting a slow, deep rhythm. “Always so perfect for me.”

She meets each thrust with equal hunger, nails digging into my shoulders in a way that walks the perfect line between pleasure and pain. The desk creaks beneath us, sturdy construction tested by our increasing pace.

“Harder,” she urges, legs tightening around my waist. “I’m not going to break.”

I comply, grip tightening on her hips as I increase both speed and force. The new angle draws a cry from her throat, hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth desk surface. I slide one hand up her spine to support her, the other still anchored at her hip.

“That’s it,” I encourage as her inner muscles begin to tighten around me. “Let go, Cayenne. I’ve got you.”

Her second orgasm hits with even greater intensity than the first, her entire body tensing around me as she cries out my name. The echo of her pleasure through our bond nearly pushes me over the edge, but I hold back, wanting to draw this out just a little longer.

As she comes down from the peak, I slow my movements but don’t stop entirely. Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine with languid satisfaction that quickly shifts to renewed hunger as she realizes I’m still hard inside her.

“Your turn, Commander,” she says, voice raw from crying out. “Want me to take over?”

In answer, I pick her up, still joined, and turn to press her back against the nearest wall. The new position allows for deeper penetration, drawing a gasp from her as I resume my rhythm.

“This works too,” she manages, adjusting her legs for better leverage.

I capture her mouth in a fierce kiss, claiming and possessive. “Mine,” I growl against her lips, the alpha in me needing to state the obvious.

“Yours,” she agrees, meeting my intensity with her own. “Always yours.”

The connection between us burns with each thrust, carrying sensations beyond physical pleasure—connection, belonging, pack. Her hybrid designation responds to my alpha nature in ways that heighten everything to almost unbearable intensity.

I feel my control slipping as her inner muscles tighten around me again, her body impossibly climbing toward a third peak. The scent of her—citrus and electricity and arousal—fills my lungs, triggering instincts as old as designation itself.

I can feel the base of my cock beginning to swell, my knot responding to her hybrid biology in a way that would have been impossible before her change.

“Come with me this time,” she urges, fingers digging into my shoulders. “Together.”

I increase my pace, driving us both toward completion with single-minded focus. Her breath comes in short gasps, punctuated by sounds that send primal satisfaction surging through me. Mine. Safe. Pack.

“I’m going to knot you,” I warn, feeling the swelling intensify. “Can you take it?”

“Yes,” she gasps, eyes locking with mine. “God, yes. All of you.”

The door to the east wing clicks open, the sound registering through pleasure-hazed senses a moment too late.

“Ryker, I was thinking about the security—” Theo’s voice cuts off abruptly as he takes in the scene before him.

I freeze, still buried deep inside Cayenne, her legs wrapped around my waist, both of us flushed and clearly in the middle of something very private. My knot has already begun to swell, making separation impossible.

For a heartbeat, no one moves. Then, instead of embarrassment or apology, something else entirely passes across Theo’s face—heat, appreciation, desire. He steps into the room, letting the door close behind him as he sheds his jacket with deliberate slowness.

His omega scent floods the space, sweet vanilla notes deepening with arousal, creating an immediate physical response as my alpha instincts register his interest.

“Well,” he says, voice dropping to that register that sends shivers down my spine, omega pheromones filling the air with unmistakable intent. “Don’t stop on my account. In fact, I insist you finish what you’ve started.”

Chapter24

Cayenne

The world freezesfor one perfect heartbeat—Ryker buried deep inside me, his knot beginning to swell, both of us caught in that exquisite moment between almost-there and too-far-gone to stop. And there in the doorway stands Theo, eyes dark with something that isn’t shock or embarrassment but pure, unfiltered desire.

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