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The wave of my second orgasm rises in me. I feel the tingle down in my toes.

I rock back on his length, trying to chase my ending.

His hand slams against my ass again. “That’s it. Come get your nut.”

He moves faster, speeding up the process. When I finally crest, I toss my head back and scream as I explode around him. He continues to fuck me through my orgasm. I claw at the back of the chair. Enzo seems to expand inside me before I finally feel the heat of his cum hit my walls.

He lets out a loud groan as he finally pushes so deep into me, my back bows and I scream like I’m a soprano singing an opera.

He pulls out of me, then helps me sit in the chair the right way.

My heart is racing, and my breathing is labored. His eyes are back to normal now. He quietly watches me. A slow grin spreads over my face. He gives me a matching one until we are both laughing.

“You didn’t get to taste your food.” I say breathlessly.

“Yes, I did,” he winks at me.

I shake my head. “What now?”

“You need to eat,” he says. “The heat is going to come back. You need to rest in-between rounds and eat when you can.”

He goes over to the counter where I left the food. His flaccid cock is swinging between his thighs. He grabs the plate and a fork before coming back to me. He gathers a little of the potatoes on the fork before placing it to my mouth. I open for him. He slides the fork between my lips and I take my first bite. The flavor explodes on my tongue. He quickly places the fork backinto the potato, and this time he tastes it. His eyes close for a brief second as he wraps his mouth around the prongs.

“Damn, you can cook,” he teases.

I chuckle. “You haven’t even tasted the steak yet.”

His eyes brighten. He puts the fork down before picking up the steak by the bone. He takes a big bite and once again, his eyes close. I feel a bit of pride fill me as I watch him enjoy my food. He places the tomahawk to my mouth as he chews his. I bite off some of the meat. It’s a perfectly medium rare and wonderfully flavored. Eating off it like it’s a chicken leg is probably not the best way to enjoy such a good cut of steak, but I kind of like it.

He feeds me another bite of the steak before he basically inhales the rest. I grab the bread out of the plate and start on that. However, it doesn’t last long. The heat flares back up in me. This time, the ache is a lot stronger.

“Zo,” I whimper. He stops with the bone of the tomahawk halfway to his mouth. “It’s time again.”

He drops the bone back on the plate, places the food on the bar behind him, and then lifts me out of my seat. He positions me in his arms like a bride.

“Let’s take this round to the bedroom,” he grins as he carries me back through the house.

chapter Thirty-two

Reset

Enzo

Twelve days. That’s how long it took her heat to break. I’ve come so damn much I don’t think I have any nut left in me.

If Michaela could get pregnant, I promise she’d not only be pregnant, but probably carrying multiples. Yeah, I know it doesn’t work that way, but I think we would’ve made a miracle happen. And even after all of that fucking, I swear I could go another few rounds.

Today was the first day I was out in public since the heat started. I wave at a few wolves that greet me. Many with knowing smirks on their faces. Before I go check on the training scouts, I’m heading to Chayton’s office for our early morning briefing.

As I approached the small building, I spot Zyion heading in the same direction. He and I haven’t really spoken since the incident in the caves. I don’t have any animosity toward him. I said all I needed to say that day. He’s been avoiding me. We both approach the front steps to the building at the same time.

He stops in front of me, holding out a hand to get me to stop too. I wait for him to say his peace. He runs a hand down his face while looking to the left.

“I’m sorry,” he finally says. “I was out of line. It doesn’t matter how I felt, I shouldn’t have disrespected your mate. That wasn’t okay.”

“You’re right, it wasn’t. No matter how much you dislike what she is, she is mine. But thank you for your apology. You’re still my brother.” I hold out my hand to him. He places his hand in mine, and we shake before giving each other a brief one arm hug.

That’s all it took for us, an apology and acceptance. We were pack brothers, we didn’t hold grudges.