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Please, God, please. Let him just—

Zack takes the white envelope and nods once, backing up a few steps before turning around.

Rickon releases a heavy breath, and the same relief washes through my soul.

“Well done, Zack,” I cry, hugging my alpha. “You did so good.”

He smiles down at me and offers me the envelope when I stop crushing him. I take it, delicious warmth spreading through me. Maybe we won’t need the rehabilitation course or the OCB agents. Maybe Zack’s done with his wild outbursts, and we can live as a normal, happy pack. Free.

Rickon reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small plastic container with cake smooshed inside. “Good job, Zack,” he praises, offering a piece.

Zack snorts and leans past the cake to plant a kiss on the alpha’s lips, shocking him into silence. “White Mine better thancake,” he says, straightening. Then he cheekily pops his mouth over the piece, sucking on Rickon’s fingers.

“Fuck,” Rickon hisses. “Bradley’s got nothing on you for charm.”

I laugh, the sound spilling out of me as I usher my men into the elevator that goes to the top floor. Yeah, this is living.

Chapter forty-seven

Red

I make it as far as the living area before Rickon grabs me from behind. “Remember what I promised this morning?” he asks, nibbling on my ear.

“Mm-hmm. How could I forget, even if the day’s been crazy as hell?”

“It’ll be your reward for putting up with that dickhead.” He spins me around and catches my grin. “My omega seems pretty pleased with herself.”

“Mm-hmm,” I repeat. “Feels good to solve a problem.”

“Really?” He arches his fine, penciled brows. “Well, I have another problem you need to solve.”

“Is that so?” I drop the envelope onto the coffee table, anticipating his next move.

Rickon pressures my shoulders until I sink onto the edge of the couch. Then he kicks his boots off so he can drop his pants. Turns out he wasn’t exaggerating about being as hard as a rock. Veins pop on his big length, making him look like he’s going toexplode. Saliva pools in my mouth as I study him. Yep, I need to take care of that problem asap.

Rickon grabs a wet wipe from the pack on the kitchen table and gives himself a once-over. “Did you eat dessert at the restaurant?”

I shake my head. “I only had a few bites of pasta before I left.”

That makes him smile. “Still hungry then, Biscuit?” he asks, a rasp burring in his voice. Yeah, I fucking love it when Rickon gets growly.

“Yes, alpha,” I say, licking my lips. His cock will be even better when it strokes through my pussy, but we’ll get to that part.

He steps closer and cups my jaw, stroking his thumb across my lips. “Open up, then.”

Zack watches with interest as I slip Rickon’s cock into my mouth. He’s warm and silky, and big, and it takes all my concentration to suck without scraping him with my teeth. Rickon rewards me with a satisfied groan.

After a moment, Zack kneels on the couch and takes my hand, and his wet tongue glides along my fingers.

“I think he’s licking off the traces of Brad,” Rickon says, tangling his hand in Zack’s hair.

I chuckle around my mouthful.

Rickon presses deeper, touching the back of my throat. The moment I choke, he eases up. “You feel so good, Red,” he murmurs, his alpha scent rising. Smells like I’m in a caramel factory.

That scent does things to an omega; fireworks shoot through my core. Reminds me all over again of the first moment I caught his scent in the cafe, when I decided I was having this man no matter what.

I suck on him as if he’s a lollipop until he groans and pulls back. The way his stomach flexes tells me he’s close.

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