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I freeze as deep as I can, focus locked on that expanse of empty skin.

It needs my mark.

“Dez, please,” Daphne begs, eyes so fucking dark it’s like staring at the night sky. Her fingers dig into my skin, urging me closer, egging me on.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You,” she says. “Just you.”

My instincts say that’s her permission to bite, and my mouth waters at the prospect of binding this woman to me for life. Of having her in my chest, inside my soul where she fucking belongs.

“I’m right here, little muse.”And I always will be.

Her third orgasm takes mine too and everything shakes as I barely hold myself back from bonding her to me until there’s no place inside her I don’t exist. No place I can hide from our connection. We might have to look at semi-permanent caps for the pack because we won’t make it three months without a bite at this rate.

I bring us down slowly, continuing small thrusts and clenching my teeth against the urge toknot her. Rut her. Make her mine.

Daphne’s flushed and glowing as she catches her breath and when I roll my hips again, she arches into me, those perfect breasts right there. She gasps as I nip her, leaving my mark everywhere I can. “You’re still hard.”

“Only for you.” I can feel my cum inside her, scent it when I pull out and thrust back in again. We smell so good together, likewe were meant to be like this. Warm flowers and sweet sugar. Whenever the combination hits my nose, it drives my arousal higher. “Give me one more and I’ll let you rest. Can you do that for me? Just one more.”

Daph nods, body clenching, stealing every second of my focus as I take her one last time. I blame that for why I don’t hear the key in the lock or the knob turning until the door’s nearly slamming into the wall beside it.

“Hello, my darlings. I’m just here with some food for my boys and—oh, shit.”

I wrench my face from Daphne, praying I’m hallucinating and not living my worst fucking nightmare. My mother, staring at my naked ass as I rut the omega suddenly playing opossum underneath me.

Talking about Mama to Marisol brought her here like a fucked up Bloody Mary. That has to be why she’sin my fucking living room.

This can’t be happening.

Daphne hasn’t moved. Is barely breathing. She knows it’s not my packmates coming through the door. I don’t dare look down at her face, even though I’m dying to offer reassurance. I can’t yet. Not when my orgasm just got sucked away and my balls hurt andholy fuck. I’m still inside her.

Growling under my breath, I shift so I’m not actively inside my omega and I mourn the loss already. “You’ve got to learn to knock, Mama.”

I didn’t think she could get more tense, but Daph goes full rigor mortis. I finally look to make sure she’s breathing.

“Did you just say your mother’s here?” she squeaks, cheeks fire engine red as she tries to sink into the cushions. Her eyes are so wide all I see is white and I’m a little nervous she’s going to hyperventilate.

“Yes.” I cringe as that perfect sweetness I worked so hard to coax out of her shifts into something almost sour. Panicked.

“Oh my god.”Daphne shoves me, diving for the floor. I toss a blanket over her, grabbing my briefs and shirt because the only chance I have at covering my hard-on is hiding it beneath both.

When I’m dressed, I find Mama standing by the door, Tupperware in hand. Her dark hair’s freshly done in the same small twists she’s had my whole life, brown skin shining beneath the foyer lights in her usual post-work t-shirt and jeans. Her eyes, the same shade as mine, twinkle—fuckingtwinkle—as she takes in the situation. And there’s that mischievous smile Nate inherited.

Don’t talk to me about genetics, they’ve got nothing on Mama B.

“My, my. It seems I’m interrupting.” She chuckles. “I’ll let you two getsettledbefore the introductions.”

“There wouldn’t be any introductions if you’d asked before coming over, Mama.”

“I have a key.” The bane of my existence flashes in her hand.

“Enjoy it while you can. I’m gonna melt it down before the day’s over.”

Mama rolls her eyes and tiptoes toward the couch to peer down at the statue that was formerly my omega. “Come out when you’re ready, sweetheart. I brought treats.”

Then my mother looks me up and down and cackles her way to the kitchen.