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I feel the pull of her body, the hunger in her touch, and I know it’s only a matter of time before I can’t control it anymore. I can’t deny it. She’s mine. And now it’s her turn to claim me.

“Ride me, Omega. Fuck me until my knot is locked inside your pretty little cunt,” I say, staring at her. “And then, I want you to mark me. Show the world I belong to you. Set our bond.”

Chapter Fourteen

Juliet

I can’t breathe.

I’m sitting here, naked on his lap, my skirt around my hips, with his growing erection pushing at my sex, my legs still trembling from the way he took me before. Abel’s lips are warm on my skin, his breath ragged in the aftermath. The air around us feels thick, charged with the tension that’s been building between us for weeks.

I never thought it would happen like this. Not like this. I expected him to fight harder, to push me away for a lot longer, but the moment he fucked me over his desk, I knew it was different. Everything I thought I knew about him, about us, slipped away. The walls he’s built, the defenses he’s put up, crumbled to dust.

I feel like I’m floating. Just drifting in a sea of him.

I pull back slightly, just enough to look at him. His expression is conflicted, fierce, desperate, but there’s a flicker of something softer there too. He’s still struggling with it. With us. I can see it in the way his brow furrows, the way his jaw clenches. He’s afraid. I can feel it. But he’s not pulling away. Not like he’s done before.

I don’t want to give him space. I want him closer. I want to feel the full weight of him, all of him. My pulse is erratic, and the bond thrums through me like a steady, insistent beat, pushing me toward him. I’ve never wanted anything, or anyone, like I want him.

I lean up to kiss him again, this time more slowly, deliberately. The kiss deepens, and I can taste the hunger in him. He wants me. He wants to give in. But there’s something holding him back, and I know it’s the same fear he’s been hiding from me all along. The fear that I’m going to walk away. That I’ll get hurt.

But I’m not walking away. Not this time.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper between kisses, my hands slipping under his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. “You’ve got me, Abel. All of me. You don’t get to push me away anymore.”

Slowly, I lower myself down on his length. The walls of my sex pulse around him, holding him in place. He groans low in his throat, the sound like a growl, and pulls me even closer. My heart races as his hands slide down my back, tugging me into his chest. I can feel his heart pounding too, matching mine, our bodies in sync as if they’ve always known each other.

Slowly, I ride him. His hands are on my ass, caressing the globes as I move my hips back and forth. This isn’t like any of the other times. This isn’t just sex, this is the two of us coming together. Slowly I feel my orgasm building and the moment it crests, he holds me tightly, finding his own release and setting his knot.

“You sure about this, Juliet?” His voice is rough, his lips trailing along my jawline as he speaks, sending shivers down my spine. “Because I don’t know how to give you what you need.”

“You already are,” I reply, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. “You’re giving me everything. You just have to let go. Let us be together.”

His eyes flicker with something deep, something raw, and I know he’s not just talking about the physical act. He’s talking about the bond between us. The connection that neither of us can deny.

“Then claim me,” he says, his voice almost a growl.

And in that moment, I realize I’ve already claimed him. I’ve already marked him with my soul. We are bound. And it’s not just the bond of our bodies—it’s something deeper, something I can’t explain. It’s fate.

My hands roam across his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles, the intricate patterns of his tattoos that seem to tell stories I can’t yet understand. I need to know him. I need to feel everything he’s willing to give.

“I’m not afraid of you, Abel,” I whisper, my breath shaky, my fingers trembling as they move to the collar of his shirt to move the fabric away. “I want you. All of you.”

Leaning forward, I allow my jaw to clamp down on his shoulder where I have worked his shirt out of the way. I feel his skin break and the coppery tang of blood coat my tongue. Both of us moan loudly and his cock twitches inside me.

Pulling away, I kiss him deeply before leaning back to look at him. I think I’ve gone too far. But then he pulls my hands up to his mouth, kissing my knuckles as though I’ve just given him a treasure. His eyes meet mine—dark, intense, a storm brewing within them—and for a brief second, I see the conflict there.

But I don’t care anymore. I’m done waiting for him to make up his mind. He can’t take back what we’ve done.

“I don’t know how to love you, Juliet,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know if I can. I’m broken.”

I swallow hard, forcing myself to steady my breath. He’s still scared. Still unsure. But the bond between us doesn’t care about his fear.

“You don’t have to know how,” I say gently, cupping his face in my hands. “I’m here. You don’t have to do anything but be here with me. You’re not broken, Abel. You’re mine, and that’s all I need.”

His eyes soften, and something inside him seems to snap.

Before I know it, his hands are on me again, pulling me closer, his mouth crushing against mine in a kiss that is wild, desperate, and full of need. I feel the heat between us ignite again, burning hotter than before.

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