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“Take a deep breath,” I say as I pull my fingers out of her and pull my thumb against my others, making my hand look like a duck bill. “Now, exhale.” On her exhale, I slide all five fingers into her, rubbing her clit softly with the thumb of my other hand as I do.
She’s convulsing on my fist, an unintelligible string of words falling from her lips, her scent so strong in the air that I may shoot my load off before I even get the chance to sink inside her.
“That’s it,” I purr, crawling up her body as I move my fist in and out of her slowly. “Come on my fist. Show me you’re ready to take my knot.”
She bares her teeth at me before wrapping her arms around my neck and biting my lower lip, before pushing her tongue into my mouth. When she pulls away, her eyes foggy with arousal, she licks the tip of my nose. “I’m ready, Alpha.”
Now I believe her.
I slide my hand out of her and shuffle the rest of my boxers off before using my drenched fist to smear slick down my shaft and knot. Propping myself up with my arm so I don’t squash her, I line myself up with her entrance and push inside her to the knot.
It’s almost immediate, the way she throbs around me, and her screams bounce off the side of the trailer. She’s choking me, making it hard for me not to pump her full of my cum prematurely.
Fuck, she feels like heaven. Warm, tight, and dripping wet. I want her like this all the time.
I lose the battle with my better senses and pound into her, nipping and biting at her neck as she wraps her legs around my waist and meets me thrust for thrust.
When she pinches her nipples desperately, I can no longer hold back, and I push my knot inside her. I try to go slow, but I’m not in complete control right now. My Alpha nature is riding me hard, demanding I rut and breed her like an animal.
I can feel the moment her vestibule clenches onto my knot and locks me inside her, triggering it to inflate fully. My thrusts grow shallow as my Omega’s nails dig into my back. I reach between us, using the pad of my thumb to work over her clit as we rock together.
My Omega cries out in pleasure before she pulls me down and latches onto my neck, sucking right over the spot she claimed me as hers, and I can’t hold myself back anymore, stilling as I dig my fingertips into her hips and spill into her.
I can’t collapse on top of her without hurting her, so I roll onto my back, bringing her with me and letting her stretch out across my expansive chest. She hums softly, making circles on my skin with her fingertip.
As I hold her tightly to me, I think about that moment between when lightning flashes and thunder sounds again, and I can’t keep the smile off my face.
One.
Doctor Alex Rose Shields is my Omega.
Forever.
Chapter 20
The crowd cheersas Dexter and I take our bows and run out of the tent. I’m tense, more tense than usual, but I know it’s because Jude is sporting a brand new bite mark that he didn’t tell any of us about. We had to find out about it when we saw it glinting on his neck right before the show started.
I’m not upset about it. I wish he had given us a heads up, but I’m really not mad at all.
Really.
I think.
His scent has already begun to change. He’s always smelled sweet, like a mix of fruit and vanilla that’s not heavy or overloaded at all. Except now he smells like one of those cherry-filled candies in a box of chocolate. The undertones in her scent enhanced the fruity profile of the taffy and swirled it together with chocolate, and the effect is fucking delicious.
I am struggling with this new revelation for several reasons.
So much jealousy thrums through me that I can hardlysee straight. Of course, she’d choose to bond the Prime Alpha next, and not solely because it’ll heal her FOS faster. Jude is a pillar, and if any one of us could protect her from her old pack, it would be him. Bonding to him gives her another layer of protection.
It makes sense logically that they’ve bonded, but my Alpha hindbrain doesn’t do logic when it comes to my Omega, apparently.
Her reasoning for not bonding me during our date was sound. But I can’t help but wish she had given in to her urges and bitten me. I want that scar. I want that magical connection between us that will let me know what she’s feeling. I don’t want to wait anymore.
I want my Omega, and I’m not ashamed to admit that.
I’m sinking into the ice bath Alex set out for me and Dex when our Omega comes into the tent, bearing electrolyte packets and a shy smile.
Her hair is shiny, her cheeks rosy. She looks like a fucking vision, not a single bit of the FOS lingering. Matteo said she only needed a little kick with Jude to get over it, and he was right.
