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“Don’t feel bad. I could have handled it.” Maybe it’s my pride talking, but I don’t want him to feel like I can’t meet his sexual needs.

What I really don’t want is for him to hold back every time we have sex.

Slightly feral Kincaid is mind-blowingly hot.

“I’ve never knotted anyone, and I’ve enjoyed sex just fine.” His bright teal eyes stare into mine, the connection getting a little intense with him still inside me. “There’s no reason to push your body past what it can handle.”

“I’ve been knotted before.” My eyes fall shut as my head shakes. “Multiple times.”

He’s going to think I’m one of those betas who chase alphas, doing everything they can to get a claiming bite.

Am I one of those betas?

I can see how it happens.

His pheromones were so thick that I forgot where I was. Hell, I probably forgot who I was.

“Is that right?” Kincaid asks, sounding intrigued.

I nod.

“Look at me, sweetheart.” He chuckles. “Goddamn, you’re cute. Blushing when I’m buried inside you.”

My eyes pop open, and he hovers over me.

“If you’re really not sore, I’m going to pull out, so I can watch my cum drip out of you.” He smirks. “Maybe I’ll push it back inside you. Maybe I’ll fuck you full all over again.”

My teeth dig into my cheek, and my face burns.

God, that’s so hot.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Riser

The greenroom smells like a straight-up fuckfest, but it’s the sounds spilling from Lumen’s lips that make my cock harden.

Kincaid hovers over her on the couch, giving me an excellent view of her body from the top down. Her dress is pulled low, exposing her tits, and K has his hand buried in her pussy as he kisses her.

His cock is out, and I grimace like I always do when I spot his piercings. I don’t shy away from pain, but I’ve never woken up and thought, Hey, I know what I’ll do today. I’ll pierce my dick six times. Even thinking about it makes me cringe.

“That’s it,” Kincaid growls. “Be a good girl and come all over my hand.” As he shoves his mouth to hers once more, I feel like a total creep.

Either they fucked or he had an orgasm, based on the smell in the greenroom, and that reminds me.

Malcolm is on the way, and I’m not sure how he’ll react if he walks in to find this.

I’d probably better find some way to distract him.

Kincaid leads Lumen onto the bus. Parish follows them in. Tennyson and Wren are somewhere behind us, arguing in hushed whispers. I still haven’t figured out their dynamic. Half the time, I think they want to kill each other, and then he goes and does something like he did tonight. Strapping her to his chest during a show doesn’t indicate that he hates her.

I’m starting to think Parish is right, and they’re going to snap and fuck each other’s brains out.

Malcolm grabs my hand, drags me up by the front of the vehicle, and grins. “They were totally fucking when you walked in.” He thumps me on the chest. “Weren’t they?”

“Tennyson and Wren?”

“No, dumbass.” Malcolm snorts. “K and Lumen. They both smell like sex. Not to mention, he glared when I got close to her as we walked out of the club. Then he pulled her to sit next to him in the SUV. They cuddled the entire way back to the bus. Kincaid is not a cuddler.”