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That prick’s hands on her and all the worst possible things that could have happened that night played on a loop in my mind. The only thing that made it bearable was remembering her in my arms. She’d been warm, and with her soft body squished against mine, it took everything in me not to lean down and take her. I could see the way her cheeks colored as she realized it was me. My little lamb had a crush, and my Alpha preened.

And then she purred.

Right there on the sidewalk, face buried in my chest, a sound so soft no one else on that street could have heard it. But I did. I felt it against my ribs, and I smelled the slick that followed. She stumbled back, pink to the throat, and I wanted to knot her right there.

I’d left my patch at home on purpose. Every Alpha in Noelle hid behind one, and I’d never seen the point. Rules were for men who didn’t know what they wanted. I knew. I wanted to see if her Omega would answer mine.

She did.

Patch on her throat, a hundred people around us, and her body still knew who it belonged to.

On the monitors, her fingers went to the top button of her shirt.

I told myself I watched her to keep her safe. That excuse got thinner every night, and thinner still with every button she undid. Safe had nothing to do with what I wanted.

My cock strained against my thigh. She moved across my screens, stepping into the bathroom. It was small and warm. A clawfoot tub too big for the space, a mirror, a wicker basket of rolled towels against the wall. Candles she never remembered to light lined the windowsill. Everything smelled like her vanilla body wash. I knew because I’d bought the same bottle. She set her tea on the little stool beside the tub. Steam curled from the mug and drifted toward the window. Tulsi tea. She drank it every night her patch made her restless. Lately, that was every night. She’d started rubbing at the edge of it during her shifts, scratching until the skin was pink. Her body was fighting it, and she had no idea her Omega was starving for something a cup of tea would never fix.

My throat dried and my heart sped up. I licked my lips as her shirt hit the floor.

I had front-row seats to her in all her beauty—caramel skin, curves that were all woman, and breasts that threatened to spill out of her lace bra. I bit my fist and groaned. She stilled, spine straightening as she looked back over her shoulder. Big, brown eyes searching.

Did she know I was watching?

A thrill jolted through me. Her lips parted, and I traced her cheekbone on the screen. A rumble started low in my chest, an attempt to soothe my Omega. Wasted on a pane of glass. I zoomed in on her eyes. Dilated. And her cheeks were flushed. She didn’t know she wasn’t alone, but she was turned on at the thought of being watched. Her fingertips teased the waistband of her pants. The ache turned painful. I’d watched her do this a hundred times, and it never got old. It never would.

All thoughts died as her pants followed her shirt to the floor. If I’d been standing, that scrap of lace she wore would have brought me to my knees. She turned, sashaying toward the tub. My tip was leaking as she bent down and twisted the tap.

“You’re such a tease,” I growled. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”

I slid my hand over my abdomen and over the bulge in my lap. I took my time with the button. I’d waited months. I could wait a few more seconds. Then she glanced over her shoulder again, and I tore the zipper down so hard it bit my knuckles. My cock sprang free and slapped against my abs.

I tilted my head, tracking those delicate fingers as they slipped beneath the strings at her hips. She wiggled and pulled them down torturously slow until she was bare for me. A shaky breath rattled through her and I felt it echo in my chest. Every minute sound she made came through the speakers, magnified for my pleasure.

She sat on the edge of the tub, facing me, and spread her thighs. My cock jerked against my stomach like she’d touched it herself. She was perfection.

I pinched my tip. She dragged two fingers through her slick and I wrapped my hand around my knot and squeezed hard. My gaze darted to the screen that had a closeup of her pussy. I pumped my cock—hard and fast. I wasn’t like her. She came fast, sensitive as hell, a hair-trigger I’d memorized. Me? An Alpha didn’t come easy without a heat to sink into. I needed it rough. So I fucked my fist the way I’d fuck her, hard enough to hurt.

Her sopping cunt squelched for me. Fuck. The things I’d do to be on my knees in front of her right now. I’d eat her out like I needed her slick to breathe. Sated only once she lay boneless, held up by nothing but my arms. I wouldn’t stop until she begged. Her hands weak as she tried to push me away. I salivated as she finger fucked herself. Her poor, neglected clit begged for my attention. I’d lavish her with kisses and take a bite.

“I’ll give you my knot, little lamb,” I growled.

My Omega whimpered, and I gripped my cock tighter. Tip to knot. Repeat. My abs flexing, thighs tensed as the chair creaked beneath me. My gaze flicked to the full-body screen as she ground against her fingers. She thrust her hips as far as she could without sliding off the tub. Her chest jutted forward and she pulled her breast out, pinching her nipple.

“That’s it. Be greedy for me. Find your release.”

She arched, thighs shaking, cunt taking three fingers as she threw her head back.

“Klaus,” she screamed.

My name.

Not his. Not some faceless fantasy. Mine. Months of watching her from the dark, and she’d been reaching for me the whole time. Something in my chest cracked, and my Alpha surged so hard I nearly tore out of that chair and through two walls to get to her.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. Pressure coiled at the base of my spine and my balls drew tight. My knot swelled hard in my fist, aching for a heat that wasn’t there to lock into. I came with a growl, warmth spurting over my abs and dripping down my hand. I gasped, squeezing my knot as slick gushed down her thighs. I licked my lips, my mouth watering at the sight.

“That’s my Omega,” I murmured.

I sagged in the chair, my cum cooling on my abs, my knot still swollen and aching in my hand. Pathetic. I swiped my t-shirt off the desk and wiped myself clean before I tossed it aside.