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He still had his hand on me, teasing me, tickling my clitoris, rubbing me all over. He had such big hands. But his other hand, which had been at my hip, holding me up against him, moved.

I heard his zipper come undone, and then I felt the press of him against me.

I hissed.

He made a broken noise. “You are wet for me, omega.”

“Please,” I said.

“Here you go, this is what you need,” he said, his voice hoarse, and he breached me.

I threw back my head, the stretch of him so much better than I remembered. He fit perfectly in me, and I let out a long, low noise from the depths of me, because it was like coming home, being filled with him again.

“Shh, that’s right, it’s just exactly what you need, omega,” he breathed. “Good girl, take your alpha’s cock, just like that. You’re doing so well. You’re so wet for me.”

“Knot me,” I said immediately.

He dug his fingers into my hip, letting out a garbled string of swear words. “Fuck, Leona, fuck, you just said—”

“Please, alpha,” I whined. “Please, I need it.” I did not want him to knot me, at least not with the thinking part of my brain, but the rest of me, the needy, wild part of me, wanted all of him. It wanted us stuck together, and it wanted us all entangled, and it wanted us to run wild and free. My wolf loved it. My wolf felt more soothed than it had in ages.

“You know I want to,” he whispered, fucking me now, fucking me in the same rhythm as his fingers stroked my clit, fucking me in a way where his thrusts went opposite to the timing of how he squeezed my mound. “You know being knotted in your sweet pussy is my favorite place on earth.”

“Please.”

“But just this, omega, this is all you need, just this,” and his voice was getting steadier now. “Just your alpha’s cock, and you’re going to be a very, very good omega and get wetter and wetter and then come nice and hard. You’re going to clench real good on my cock, aren’t you, baby?”

I moaned again, because now I was climbing for it, and my orgasm was rushing into me like a flood overtaking the shoreline, the water level getting higher and higher, knocking boats aside, tearing out docks, growing fiercer and faster as he kept up his steady rhythm.

He was so good at teasing my clit, and I had forgotten what it was like to have sex with someone who seemed to know my body better than I knew it, who could turn my pleasure on like turning a key.

The waters rose inside me, cresting like a storm surge, and I felt the pleasure intensely and then I broke around him, letting out little cries as I clenched around his intruding cock.

“Oh, omega,” he said, his hand now just squeezing my mound, putting pressure everywhere, getting every little bit of my release. “Oh, you come so easy for me. Such a good omega, such an obedient omega.”

I whimpered again.

He was still fucking me, but he wouldn’t last much longer after me. He never did. His hands were roaming over me, cupping my breasts through my dress, then slipping under my dress to greedily explore all of my skin.

He found one of his bite marks and he stopped moving.

My orgasm gave one last little surge and stopped too.

He ran his fingers over it. “Shit.”

“Come for me, alpha,” I breathed. “Give me your come.”

He started to fuck me again, but he kept his finger on the bite mark. “Leo, ask me, ask for it.”

What the hell was he talking about? “Can I have your come?”

“No, no, you know what I want. You want it, too. Like before. Somewhere no one can see, yet, but we’ll know, and then, this will just be done. Because we’ve waited too long, and it’s what we both want, and it’s the way things are supposed to be. It’ll be finished. We can relax and then… after some time has passed, a reasonable amount of time, I’ll bite you somewhere noticeable and we’ll pretend it happened then, but we’ll already have been bonded all along. Ask.”

I turned and looked at him over my shoulder, and the only thing that held me back was that I had already come. If I’d been riding the throes of an orgasm, I would have begged for his bite. I wanted it, actually, I did. He was right. It was the way things were supposed to be. I found his gaze.

His green eyes were full of lust as he slammed himself in and out of me from behind. The scent of him, the luscious and wondrous scent of my match, my mate, my destined partner, it tickled my nostrils and wrapped me in its warmth and goodness. Him. Damian. This one. “Alpha, I want your—”

“Leo!” cut in the voice of my father, from a distance. “Where the hell did you two go?”