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And today I get a hand’s on view.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Daph whispers.

“Like what?” I ask absently, eyes rooted between her thighs.

“Like you want to eat me.”

“I do, kitten. I really fucking do.”

She blushes from head to nipple, that pretty pink flush a reminder of having her under me. Thighs over my shoulder, hips lifting to meet my mouth. Yeah, eating sounds pretty good right now.

Daphne’s perfume flows between us, coating me in her scent. Her need. The only thing that stops me is the plan.

After sleeping with her for days, I knew it would be difficult to not touch, but this is beyond expectation. My handsshakeandmy mouth fuckingwatersat how close she is.

I could have Daphne crying my name if I moved a few more inches.

“Do you want me to do it?” I ask, trying and failing to swallow my whimper as I motion toward her panties.

She bites her lip, looking down her body at me with so much fucking desire. Then those lithe fingers grip the sides of that black fabric, sliding it down thick thighs.

Every day I’ve been here, I’ve woken painfully hard with her ass in my lap, but seeing her nearly naked, hair spread out in our nest…holy shit, I’m going to die.

I’m distracted, tracing a group of freckles on her hip and enjoying the way she shivers. “If you’re taking me out tonight, I need panties, Nate.”

“Right.” It’s nothing to pull the old ones down the slope of her legs, carefully tucking them into my pocket. I slip the new pair on as gracefully as I can, but when Daph lifts her ass to help me, I get a face full of cotton candy.

I’m not a fucking saint. I chase her body, though I keep my tongue to myself. She sighs when I press my stubbled cheek to the lace barely covering her and for a second neither of us move. Balanced on the precipice of something great. Something profound.

Something that will have to wait.

It absolutely destroys me to back away, but I do, ignoring Daphne’s pout as I help her sit up. It fades when I carry her downstairs, putting her shoes and socks on before draping one of my zip ups over her shoulders.

Watching my omega burrow into my scent while wearing the outfit I chose, helping her dress even if she doesn’t need it, is sofucking satisfying to my instincts. I purr the entire way to the car.

“Where are we going?” She finally asks as I’m pulling out of the drive, and I marvel that she waited this long.

“Someplace my family used to take me. That okay?”

“Of course.” She smiles, twisting our hands together. “I think I’ll go anywhere with you, Nate.”

“Go karts?” Daphne raises a brow, hand cradling her rounded belly after too much food.

A local drive-thru sells insane waffle concoctions, and as soon as she mentioned it, I knew it was a perfect addition to our plans. But the sight of her handthereis doing some serious shit to my brain, throwing it into a constant loop ofget her pregnant, make it real.

Thank fuck for birth control. Maybe we should see if there’s some I can take to. Doubling up seems kind of necessary when my brain is all breeding kink all the time.

“My parents brought me here a lot. Especially as a teen.”

“Why?” Grabbing Daph’s other palm, I bring it up for a kiss as we walk through the gates. There’s an arcade inside with laser tag and even a zipline. Outside is mostly the karts, but they’ve got putt-putt and some water games, too.

“Puberty’s hard on everyone, but it’s worse for alphas. The hormones settle in fast, even if we don’t present for a few years, and the changes are startling. Hard to control. For some, it’s just irritability, but I had a mean temper. My dad realized I was struggling and brought me here as an outlet.”

Daph’s face creases in concern as I buy us enough tickets to ride the go karts until close. With an absent thank you, she pulls me out of line and wraps her arms around me. “Why not boxing or something?”

“I was already too big. If I boxed with kids my age, it would’ve ended badly. This way, I could get my aggression out and have fun at the same time.”

I smile at the memories of him chasing me around the track, promising he was going to win. How he kept at it, even when my surly pre-teen self didn’t want to go. The way he’d sit next to me with his plain ass soft pretzel telling me all about his childhood, how he met Mom, how we were the life he always dreamed of.