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I can feel his hot breath on my pussy, but his lips land on my thigh, his teeth grazing the skin, before he pulls away, and I hear the sound of him inhaling.

“So pretty.”

“Edric!”

His mouth closes over my clit as soon as I speak. I get lost in his tongue, the movements, the motions, all his methodical explorations.

I come, like he promised. My hands clawed, screaming his name. And then I come again. And again.

He doesn’t stop, even when I’m panting and weak. He only drags himself up my body and impales me with a hard cock, thrusting me into another orgasm.

He lies on me, holding my arms pinned to the bed. I wrap my legs around his waist as he pulls off the blindfold.

Our eyes meet in the pale light. A moment we probably both thought we would never have. I almost lost it because I was afraid.

“Please, Edric, I need your bond. I need-”

“I know what you need, my beautiful omega. I know how strong you are, how talented. You need to be worshipped and appreciated. Don’t worry, I’m going to make sure you feel good forever.”

I moan as he takes my mouth in a kiss that is absolutely filthy. How can his kiss and words be so different?

Edric starts to move, slowly pumping in and out of me. He angles his head to the side and finds my shoulder. Our bites go deep at the same time. The bond slams into us, changing everything in me. I’m remade with them inside me. I will never be the same, but I don’t even care.

He pushes me into another orgasm and then stiffens, calling out my name.

I lay there while he cleans me up again and tucks me into bed. Mael, Bailey, and Edric curl on the bed around me.

But where is Kingston?

I wake up beingdragged off the bed by a hand around my ankle. I let out a laughing scream as I claw at the sheet. My call is echoed by a deep male chuckle.

Edric spits out a curse, but I’m pulled out of the room and the door slammed closed.

Kingston bites me hard.

I let out a shriek, but he just pinches my nipple. The sudden overwhelm of feelings confuses me and has my slick running down my thighs.

My perfume gets thick, dangerously so, I can almost feel the heat in the air.

Kingston just laughs. “I knew you’d love it.”

“I really do,” I pant. “More. Harder.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

He drags me into the kitchen and bends me over the kitchen table, a moment later, his hand hits my ass.

Crack!

I jerk my head up, shocked by the burning sting that’s chased by familiar arousal. His warm hand slides over the sting, but, a moment later, it cracks down again.

I let out a sob, but I don’t know if I want him to give me more or stop. It feels so painfully good.

Twice more, he brings it down, alternating cheeks. I whimper, moan, and finally beg him to fuck me.

“Tell me you hate it.”