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The thought unsettled me on too many levels, like it was undoing my entire past and turning it into something else, something that was dark. I looked across the road and I could see that we were almost directly in front of the abandoned cabin that was out here. When we were kids, we’d gone exploring inside it once, and it was all broken out windows and wasp’s nests and the smell of musty wood.

He stepped closer. “Leo.”

I looked at him. “Sorry.”

“We should go back. Your dad said he’d come looking for us.”

Now that he was closer, I scented him, and the scent was like being dragged out into the deepest part of a rushing river, a hook in my mouth. My jaw worked and I reached out for him.

He grabbed my hand. “Leo. Say it. Say we’ll go back.”

I didn’t say anything.

He pulled on me, and we were going across the road towards the abandoned cabin. The bottom of it was a concrete hole in the ground, a basement that was dark, like a cavern. The door had fallen off its hinges long ago.

I knew we were going in there, knew it.

“It’s only that it’s been so long,” he was saying. “It’s been so long, and you’re here, and you smell so fucking good, and since the minute I saw you, all I can think is how much I want to touch you.”

I collided with him, my shoulder against his chest, and he let go of my hand and put his arm around me. I tilted my head back. He bent down and pressed his warm, wet mouth into mine.

Just a moment, though, because we were still in the middle of the road.

But then we were on the other side, and we moved into the darkness of that abandoned basement. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he put one big hand in the center of my back and another on the curve of my ass and urged me right up against him.

We were kissing.

It had been so long since I’d kissed him, and when I’d last done it, he’d been bonded to her and I’d had the bond sickness, and the kisses then had always been painful in some way—either for him or me, but we’d done it anyway. Didn’t want to let each other go, I supposed.

Now, there was nothing to get in between us, and nothing did.

He was hard, and I could feel that right away, and some perverse part of me made me reach down and rub him through his clothes and he let out a noise, a strangled noise of surrender.

He turned me, my back to his front, and he propelled us over to one of the walls. I reached out and pressed my palms into the cold concrete, letting my head hang down. I pressed my ass into his groin and bent over, clutching the wall. It was dark in here. I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t smell anything except his scent.

He lifted the black dress I was wearing for the funeral and he ripped away the underwear I was wearing under it with one hand. He reached around my thigh and covered my bare mound with one of his big hands and he started doing this thing to me that he had figured out at one point through various amounts of experimentation. His middle finger slid down between the lips of me to tease my clit and the rest of his hand pressed all over the front of my mound while he did this squeeze-press-circle thing that felt so good, and it was something I couldn’t do myself and couldn’t make a toy do and I couldn’t seemingly teach other men how to do it and…

I let out a sound like a sob, like a surrender. “Damian.”

“Good omega,” he rasped, his mouth at my ear. “Good girl, get wet for me.”

“Don’t knot me,” I panted. “No matter what I say next, please, please—”

“No, I won’t. Your dad—”

I cut him off with a groan of displeasure. “We should stop.”

“I know,” he wheezed. “That what you want?”

“No,” I said, my voice guttural.

“No,” he agreed. “Omega wants her alpha’s cock, doesn’t she?”

“So much,” I moaned.

“Want you too, pretty girl, want you like air. Take me?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Oh, yes.”