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"I love you too," he breathes.

"I love you," I say, my voice growing louder. "I love you so much...I love every part of you. I want to be yours. I want to be with you."

"You are mine," he growls, never moving his hips. "You're my omega."

"I'm yours," I say, my hands clutching his shoulders. "I'm always yours."

He starts to move and I close my eyes, letting my other senses take over. I feel his cock moving inside of me, his hands on my hips. I taste his lips with every kiss and I smell his scent as his chest brushes against mine.

I love the way he smells.

I love the way he tastes.

I love feeling his chest against mine.

"You're mine," he whispers again.

I'm totally vulnerable right now.

And with Phoenix, I know I'm safe.

18

Mercer

Whenweallmeetup for breakfast the next morning, it becomes very,veryclear that Olivia and Phoenix made up. They're drenched in each other's scent, and both have a nice shade of afterglow. Phoenix comes up with a grin on his face and his arm around Olivia, Olivia dressed in a pair of camo pants and a tank.

And then I realize one more thing.

She's marked.

This isn't synthetic either. No...he bit her. I guess I can't say I'm surprised, but I wish he'd talked to us about it.

Plus, I can see the hurt in Liam's eyes, and I don't want this to fuck with our dynamic.

As we sit down to eat, the tension in the air is almost palpable. The silence is broken only by the clinking of silverware against plates, and the occasional cough or clearing of throats. I can see Liam struggling to keep his eyes off of Olivia's neck, where Phoenix's mark is undoubtedly visible.

Fuck...he bit her more than once, I think.

They were busy last night.

I decide to break the ice. "So, how was last night?" I ask, trying to keep my tone light.

Olivia blushes and looks down at her plate. Phoenix grins and squeezes her shoulder. "It was great," he says, his voice low and husky.

Liam doesn't say anything, but I can see the anger and hurt simmering just below the surface. I know he's not the type to share his feelings easily, but I also know that keeping it bottled up inside will only make things worse.

I catch his eye and give him a reassuring smile. "Hey, man," I say, "you okay?"

Olivia seems to notice, too...and she beckons him over to her side of the table.

"Will you sit with me?" she asks.

He practically falls over himself to climb over the table, sliding into a seat beside her. Phoenix bites his lip as he watches them, and I suddenly feel like I'm missing out on something.

I thought he was jealous, but he missed them.

And I want to be part of that.

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