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“Well, this part did,” I told him. “Do you want to find out if the other part is fixed too?” In other words, could I get pregnant now?
“Damn right I do. I’ll tell Bax to look after the office this afternoon.”
“Already done,” I said. “Why are you still dressed?”
He grinned at me, a sharp, alpha’s grin and the next thing I knew we were moving through the door into the apartment and my surroundings were nothing more than a blur. I heard threads giving way as he tore at my t-shirt, shoving his hands under to touch me with no regard at all for the cloth, but I was doing the same thing to him, so I couldn’t exactly complain. And that was about where any sort of intelligent thought disappeared. All I wanted was to touch him, to taste him, and to have him take me the way an alpha takes his omega. I lunged for his mouth and bit at his lips, urging him on, teasing his alpha to bring out the wilder side of him. He growled and it made my stomach flutter with anticipation.
My jeans came down and then his and then we were staggering into the living room as we both cursed our lack of a second set of hands so we could touch everything. We bumped into the back of the couch, sending it sliding over the floor and I laughed and fell to my knees in front of Quin. I didn’t even say anything, just took him in my mouth, my hands on his hips or roaming elsewhere while I spent some time returning the favors he’d done for me so many times.
He tastedwonderful.
“Dammit, Holland,” he growled eventually, long before I was sated, and pulled me to my feet. I thought he would say something else, but he just looked at me with this primal possessive light in his eyes and crushed me against him, his mouth on mine, and I moaned and let him have his way. He felt good underneath my hands, and against my chest, and the pressure of his thighs made me whimper as he forced me backwards across the room, guiding me with hands and mouth and a press of hip and chest until the bed was underneath me and he was on top, his weight fixing me in place, reminding me that I was his and he was mine. He moaned as he traced the contours of my chest with his tongue and his lips, leaving me helpless beneath him.
“Don’t make me wait, love,” I whispered, half-groaned really. I wanted him, wanted him in me, so close we’d never be separated again.
He nipped at the skin on my ribs, then licked back up to tease at my nipples. Shocks of arousal raced from them when he touched them, stronger than I’d ever felt. I spread my knees instinctively and thrust my hips at him, reaching to cup his ass so I could rub myself against his body. He gasped but I was too lost in the way he made me feel to make jokes about being the boss now and I let my body take over, licking and touching and doing my best to drive him as wild as he was driving me. I reached down between his legs to cup his balls and stroked the velvet weight of them with the tips of my fingers while he ravaged my mouth, and he growled again in passion.
His hand stroked down my leg and hooked behind my knee, lifting it up to drape it over his shoulder. Quin pulled away from me just far enough to let me read his intentions, and then he was inside of me and oh, I felt complete, his alpha and my omega joining together in the moon’s dance, and I held him close, my alpha and the man who made me whole in all ways.
Quin buried his face against my neck, his breath hot against my skin. His hand gripped the sheets beside my head, twisting them into knots while he thrust into me. I begged him for more and harder and to come closer, and he burned himself like a bonfire to give it all to me, until finally the pleasure of having him grew to be too much for me and I came, wrapping myself around him in a desperate attempt not to fly apart while he chase his own pleasure. And then I got to hold him, still bathed in the last waves of my own orgasm, while he cried out and gave himself up to me.
I held him close and savored the moment, my fingers combing gently through his hair while he gasped for oxygen, his head resting on my chest. I could feel his heart beating just below mine, and I treasured this moment.
He reached out to me, not with body or voice but with power, and I came to him and felt his contentment and let him feel mine. I wanted him to know how happy he made me and I felt his lips twitch and then he pressed a kiss to my chest, where my heart still raced for him.
“Yours forever, love,” he whispered.
Chapter Seventy-Eight
Today was my mating day. Well, not the real one, but the visible one. And I was going to lose my mind.
“Hold still, Holland,” Martin muttered around a mouthful of pins. “The fit’s still not right.”
The photographer hovered around the edges of the group snapped a few more pictures.
My rozvennya snickered and I frowned at them. “It’s fine. You’re just obsessive.” I was pregnant and while it hadn’t changed my shape much, Martin’s clothing were so finely tailored that it did actually make a difference. At least in his mind.
He stood up and took the pins out of his mouth. “ThePresidentis here. It has to be perfect.”
“You don’t have time to fix anything anyway. It’s almost time to go.” My stomach did a funny little flutter and twirl, then settled down again. It would be fine, we’d practiced, I had my lines completely memorized.
He threw his hands up in the air. “Fine. But there’s press out there too.”
“Don’t remind me.”
Bax handed me a glass of juice. “Here, you might as well drink this while we paint you.” His eyes twinkled, as if he knew how much I needed something alcoholic, but since it was certain I was carrying a pup, no more alcohol for me.
Dammit. I wouldn’t have said no to a little artificial courage. “Thank you,” I said, and followed him, Bram, Jason, and Cale down to my bedroom where the mating paint was set out.Theyall had wine to drink.
Jason had to chase the photographer out to the living room—I didn’t want him in here for this part. This was private, a last few moments with the other omegas in the pack. The ones I was closest to, anyway. Some of the omegas that were still hanging around the enclave I didn’t care for at all.
Maybe I needed to work harder at finding them mates. Outside Mercy Hills.
I stripped as soon as the door was closed and Cale took my mating suit and laid it carefully out on the bed.
“I believe I’m jealous,” Bax said with a grin, and picked up a pot of paint.
“Don’t be,” I told him with feeling. “Martin’s been a pain in my ass for the past month.” He’d made them up in similar, simpler versions of my mating suit, in forest shades of green and brown, gray and purple, blue and silver stone. It was…very fancy. “He did a good job, though.”
