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Soon I’m faltering, especially when he brings his hand from my neck to brush against my clit and won’t allow me to lessen my pace, forcing the sensation to build in my body until I’m crashing straight through into ecstasy. Even then, he keeps me moving along his cock as my body jolts in convulsions of pleasure, until he follows me there, growling low and coming inside me.
His growl deepens as he holds me down firm on his cock and his knot expands at my entrance. Light streaks across my vision and I bite down hard on my lip, my nails sinking further into his shoulder. I wriggle, trying to squirm away, but he won’t let me go, forcing me to take his knot and succumb to the pleasure that follows immediately after as he locks into me. I come, harder than I ever have, so hard for a moment I lose myself completely, and then I flop breathless and overcome with emotion against him. He wraps me in his embrace, his hands stroking every inch of my body, shushing me gently as I sob against his shoulder.
It’s too much. All this is too much and I no longer know myself.
Chapter 10
After that, we’re crazy about each other. Every evening, when lectures and training are over, he comes to my room and we fuck until the early hours of the morning. My body is raw and sore, bruises litter my waist and my hips, and love bites on my neck and my shoulders.
I can’t get enough of him and the way he makes me feel. I don’t care that I’m tired, that I struggle to keep my eyes open in my classes. My mind and my body are obsessed. It’s what I feared would happen and yet, now I’m here, I find I don’t care.
After two weeks of this routine, I receive a note from the girl in the room next to mine pleading with us to shut the fuck up so she can get some sleep.
Zane reads the note over my shoulder, his hand tight around my waist. He chuckles.
“What?” I ask, cringing in embarrassment.
“I don’t think you could be quiet even if you tried.”
I give him a nudge with my elbow. “I can’t help it.”
“Time for you to come back to my house. Are you ready now?” He kisses my shoulder lightly. “I don’t like being away from my pack so much.”
I reach behind me and stroke my fingers through his hair. “I know.” He’s constantly on the phone to them, messaging or chatting, despite seeing them once or twice a day for training. It’s clear to me now how knitted together they are.
“It’ll only be Duncan there tonight. Seb and Oliver are out.” He kisses me again. “I’m not willing to spend a night away from you, Rosie.”
I bend my head forward as his mouth moves toward my gland, and he swipes his tongue over it, making the tissue-thin skin quiver.
“I’ll come,” I murmur, closing my eyes.
“Good,” he murmurs. “My bed smelt so good after the last time you were there.” He steps around to face me and lifts my chin. “I’ll see you later, sugar.”
I remember the scents in his house. How overpowering they were. How they made my gland tingle. And then I think of that conversation I overheard between Zane and Duncan about how it had made me wet.
Going back to his house feels somehow dangerous.
I try not to think about it for the rest of the day, but I find my eyes glazing over as I read passages from textbooks in the library and nearly miss my laptop buzzing in front of me. I answer the call and the screen fills with the faces of my sisters.
“Hang on,” I hiss, snatching the laptop up into my arms and trotting outside. I find a quiet patch of grass behind the library and settle down with the computer resting on my crossed legs.
The scent of tulips weaves in the breeze, and the remains of blossom hangs in the branches above my head and scatters across the lawn like confetti.
“Hi,” I wave at them, and they all grin, waving back at me. Little Poppy the youngest, the twins Lily and Clover, and Daisy, the eldest. “How are you all? I miss you all.”
As I say the words, I feel the truth of it right down in my gut. How much easier it would have been to stay at home and attend the omega college like my mum wanted. To stay with them. None of those arguments. None of the heartache. Just their easy conversation and their smiles.
But then I’d never have met Zane. I wouldn’t be experiencing what I am right now. Sex and passion. I feel like a new person. The real me.
They all start talking at once, Lily and Clover squabbling to try to silence each other and Poppy speaking over them both regardless. My eyes flit around the screen from one sister to the next, trying to keep up with their pieces of news and cooing and nodding at the things they have to tell me.
Poppy presents a new book, which she swiftly flicks her way through, reading me the words; Lily and Clover want to relate all the gossip from their dance club; and Daisy has a string of questions about her science homework.
Finally, they all run out of steam and with kisses and more waves, the youngest three skip off, leaving just me and Daisy. I help her through her homework, and then she obviously has something else she wants to talk to me about.
“Are you OK?” I ask her. She’s only a couple of years younger than me. She‘ll be taking her exams next year and making her own decisions about life. I wonder what she’ll choose and if she’ll have the strength to resist my mum’s demands.
Looking at her on the computer screen is like peering at a slightly distorted reflection of myself. Our eyes are round, although hers are a shade lighter. Her face stretches a little longer and her nose forms more of a cute button than mine. But we share the same heart-shaped lips and the same creamy pink complexion. She also shares my love of learning, curious about everything, and I hope she’ll choose to do more than be some alpha’s omega.
