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“Shh. I’ll make it better,” his cock nudging at my entrance. “I’m going to fuck you so good, Juliet.”

He rocks his hips, pushing himself into me, inch by treacherous inch. I want to beg him for more, but words fail me. All I have left are the feelings he evokes inside me. Heat spears through me and I feel like I am burning up.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he mumbles. “I need to go slow so I don’t hurt you.”

“Please...”

He stares at me before bottoming out inside me. I feel stretched and full. My pussy ripples, gripping his cock. Abel’s wolf dances beneath the surface. The idea of him so close to losing control that his animal is visible does strange, dark things to me.

“It burns...”

Abel moves harshly inside me. His hips piston in and out as he fucks me into the mattress. His strokes are harsh, making my breasts shake.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Look at you taking my fat cock, Little Omega.”

“Yes, Abel!”

A second orgasm crashes over me, stealing my breath.

“Fuck!” he roars above me.

I feel his cock kick inside me before he fills me with his seed, his knot stretching me perfectly and locking us into place. My body cools before it starts burning once more. Abel is above me for a moment before he dips down and sinks his teeth into my shoulder. My vision blurs as pain, pleasure, and fire blending together, and sending me into a third orgasm.

The mate bond snaps into place, locking us together.

Chapter Nine

Abel

Three Days Later

The room feels like it’s closing in on me.

I can still feel her—the heat of her skin against mine, the scent of her still lingering in the air, marking me, claiming me. Her body pressed against mine. Her pussy strangling my cock.

I can’t escape it. I can’t escape her.

I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, running my hand through my hair, trying to steady myself. Trying to gather my thoughts. But my body is still buzzing with the aftershocks of our mating, of what we did during her heat. Her scent is everywhere, on my skin, in my blood, in my lungs. It feels like the air itself is heavy with her presence. The pull is still there, tugging at me, deeper than ever before.

And I hate it.

I shouldn’t feel this way. I shouldn’t feel this connected to her. I shouldn’t feel this much. But I do.

I glance over at her, watching her sleep. Her body is tangled up in the sheets, her breathing slow, deep. She looks so peaceful, so innocent in this moment. But I know what we’ve done. The bond is complete. She’s mine. And I am hers. Joined together irrevocably. It’s all I can think about. It’s all I can feel.

But my chest tightens, a gnawing guilt taking hold of me. She’s my best friend’s daughter. She’s an omega. I’m an Alpha. I’m the owner of the Dark Side of the Moon. The fallout from this is going to be massive.

What just happened between us is going to destroy everything. I know it. I can’t be the man who ruins her life.

I’ve seen what happens when a mate bond is forged under pressure, under heat, with no room for either person to think it through. I’ve seen it in the clubs, in the streets, in every broken relationship that came from someone not being ready.

She may have said it was what she wanted but I know better. I should have walked away. I should have refused our mate bond. She’s so young, so innocent, and she deserves more than me. More than this.

I stand up, pacing the floor. Every step feels like I’m walking on broken glass. Every part of me is screaming to go to her, to feel her again, but I know I can’t. She’ll be better off without me.

I’ve been around long enough to know the bond doesn’t care what’s good for either of us. It just pulls. And when it pulls this hard, it doesn’t give a damn about the consequences.

I can’t give in to this. I can’t let her see me for what I really am.

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