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“I can’t… Jace, please. God please. Just let me come, let it come.”

I stilled again. “Relax, baby.” A sob stuttered in her chest, and I smoothed my hand against her hip. “Good girl. Relax, and I can start again. Deep breaths. That’s it.” She sucked air in, getting her spiralling emotions under tenuous control.

I began again, slowly but building steadily, until my cock was slapping in and out, my finger now holding deep in her arse. Sweat bathed my body, and we were both on the edge. A sharp cry tore from her lips, followed by low groans as her pussy made a vice around my cock and her arse crushed my finger, tightening, fluttering, then tightening and fluttering again, and then rippling into the intense contractions that demanded I come.

“Jace, please!”

“Come, baby,” I cried out. “Come on my fucking cock.”

She did.

Hers to command, my knot bloomed and I held deep, letting her sweep me up and over that carnal cliff together. The noises she made were inhuman, and they dragged me into the sensual underworld. I’d done this to her, driven her to this state, this rapture, where her whole body contorted, twisting, pushing back, seeking more. My balls tightened to the point of pain, my mind whiting out as a great spurt of cum ejected from the tip of my cock. There I held, growling low, head tipped back, feeling the chords of my neck strain as I submitted to the bliss.

Breed…

But I wasn’t done yet. Fingers reaching around her front, I began to stroke her clit again.

Her answer was another gush of cum and slick leaking around my cock, then trickling down my balls to saturate me and the bed.

“That’s it, baby,” I rumbled softly. “Come all over me again.”

And she did, pussy convulsing, wild groans pouring from her lips. I would never get enough of this, ever.

This right here, this hedonistic glory, was extraordinary and beyond my understanding of pleasure, but it wasn’t only that. An awareness shifted inside of me…a hyperawareness. I could hear our every ragged breath like it was amplified, skin and nerves sensitive and flaring over and over again.

My finger stilled over her clit, and I just held her, enjoying the sensation of her pussy clenching over my cock, squeezing me in a demand for more. I answered her call, balls emptying into her.

Suddenly, I needed to see her face, but we were locked tight. Leaning over, I took her chin, turning her face so that I could see the rapture contorting it. Jesus, when had I ever seen anything so beautiful?

“Look at me, baby,” I said

Her pretty eyes opened to meet mine, pupils blown to fuck.

This right here was everything an alpha and omega were meant to be.

Chapter Six

Sloane

After we’d showered and got dressed, I floated downstairs at Jace’s side in a haze that was just…lovely. A small, uptight part of my brain screamed hysterically at that, this feeling of surrender so bloody alien, but as long as his arm, my alpha’s arm, was wrapped around me, I could shove those worries to one side and just be. People looked up as we emerged out of the elevator, not in the bar, but in a large communal living area. They were eating breakfast, a stout woman swinging out from between two doors with platters groaning with food, my stomach rumbling in response.

“Hungry, baby?” Jace rumbled, looking down at me with a warm smile. “C’mon. Ma makes the best breakfast with all the trimmings in the entire city.” And so I was shepherded over to a long table, wooden benches set up either side and the eyes of everyone sitting there on us. “Guys, this is Sloane. Sloane, this is…my family.”

Not literally, I assumed, as most of the people seated seemed to be in their twenties or thirties and they didn’t appear to have anything in common physically. Well, except for them. Two guys sat together, and there was no way to miss them, their bodies huge and hulking compared to everyone else. They also possessed an odd kind of stillness, especially him, with his grey blue eyes that seemed to stare straight into me, eradicating all my warm fuzzies, and mid brown hair that had gotten too long, scraped back from his face by a big square hand.

“Tone it down, Ryder,” Jace snarled.

“So she revealed as an omega.” Murmurs went up around the table. “And she’s unmarked.”

“She’s not to be marked.”

Jace’s voice, that famed alpha bark, was like a slap across the face of everyone here, silence reigning supreme. My mind was playing catch-up with the marking comment. This had all escalated swiftly, the hazy bubble holding me in its protective embrace wobbling a little.

“She has to be marked,” the darker haired guy sitting next to Ryder snapped back. Somehow, he was even bigger, with more than a five o’clock shadow across his square jaw. “A free roaming omega in the zone?” He shook his head, then glanced at the others. “We’re gonna have to lock the place down and assess what weapons we’ve got. No one goes in or out for fear of someone outside of this place getting a sniff of her, and if she goes into heat?”

I swallowed. I hadn’t even gotten to the delicious-looking food, and now my throat was dust dry. Part of me knew that Tall, Dark, and Super Grumpy was telling the truth. Everything I’d been told about omegas outside the zone was that our scents were potent, enough to drive an alpha insane. He’d be maddened by lust, able to commit superhuman feats to remove any obstacles between him and the object of his affections. A small whine escaped my lips, making me instantly flush, and Jace’s arms tightened around me, a faint rusty purr coming from his chest in answer.

He was purring for me.

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