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“So what if I was?” I grit through my teeth, but Ace only gives me a triumphant grin.

“At least now you can admit it.” He rewards me by wrapping his fist around my cock, his tattooed knuckles gripping me tightly. “Which means we’re one step closer to going after her.”

He squeezes me hard, and I groan. “Damn it, Ace?—”

“Does that mean I finally get to share your cum with a pretty Omega mouth?”

“Holy fuck—” I reach out to pull him to me, and he releases my cock to cup my face. He climbs on top of me, and we kiss sloppily, his tongue piercing massaging the inside of my mouth. Our cocks rub together, my slick one covered in Ace’s spit rubbing against his leaking one.

Ace is wild. Ace is beautiful.

And somehow, Ace wantsme, the straight-edged, boring coffee guy.

Ace wouldn’t call me boring, but still—I would say I’m pretty lame compared to him.

With one more deep kiss, I pull away and clutch his shoulders. “Lie down,” I order him. “And get your mouth back on my cock.”

It’s one of my favorite ways to have him, him in my throat while he chokes on my cock.

It’s one of his, too.

I hoist myself so I’m leaning my cock over him with my mouth facing his length. Bending, I wrap my lips around the head of his dick, and he let out a deep moan as I let him fill my throat.

His mouth is more eager than mine, though. Where I take my time, he doesn’t. I lower my hips and push my cock onto his tongue, fucking his face while I suck on him.

He moans around me, and I thrust myself down until my balls rest against his face. There’s no way he can breathe, but I know he loves it.

The more selfish I am with him, the harder he gets. His cock is steel in my mouth, and I try to return the favor as best I can—but with the tightness of his throat, it’s hard for me to concentrate.

But he releases my cock with apopand gasps. “Think about her,” he croaks, and I growl around his length. “Think about her while you fuck my face.”

God.

But Ace knows exactly what to do to tap into my Alpha instincts.

And I do.

Bright eyes and blonde hair, the smell of vanilla?—

Ace’s throat is so tight, so wet, just like Devyn’s pussy would be?—

My knot swells embarrassingly fast, and Ace moans when he feels it.

Damn him for not letting me last.

As punishment, I squeeze the base of his cock, hard, and he whimpers.

But I don’t pull out of his mouth.

I keep myself there as I slap his dick, his thick, long length bobbing while I grip him.

Ace swapping my cum with Devyn?—

“Ace,” I gasp.

I shove his cock back into my mouth and muffle my roar, forcing him as deep down my throat as he can go while my cock thickens in his mouth. Ropes of my cum shoot onto his tongue, and he swallows it with a moan.

Ace. He’s my wild card and my best friend.