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Fingers claw at his head, trapping him against my skin, whispering pleas and promises as I beg him to finish the bite. My hips writhe against his firm hold, and he goes until I drench us both as I squirt.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.” I can’t stop saying it as Nate slowly withdraws his hand and I throw my own over his mouth before he can make a joke. “Don’t you dare.”

“I don’t need to say a thing.” The cocky bastard nips my palm before kneeling at my feet to give my poor, abused clit a kiss. When I hiss, he rubs his hand along my shaking thigh, snapping the wet garter gently. “Was that okay?”

“Absolutely.”

“Even the breeding stuff?”

“Especially that.”

He smirks and my whole fucking body flushes. I don’t even care. This man is so fucking sweet, I’m pretty sure I’d let him getme pregnant if he asked. Not because I want a baby to love, but because I cannot imagine a better person to raise a child with.

Holy shit, calm down, Daph. You just started courting.

I blame the endorphins.

Nate leans in for one long lick over my inner thigh. “I don’t like it when you call me that.”

Friends, he means. I can’t help but snort. “You’ve made that abundantly clear. It won’t happen again, but feel free to punish me like that if it does.”

Nate’s grin’s a little shy and vulnerable.

Tipping his chin up, I ask, “What do you want me to call you?”

“Your alpha,” he says immediately. “Your partner. Your boyfriend. Literally anything but your fuckingfriend.”

“Agreed.” I lean down to taste myself on his lips. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re forgiven.” He grins, pulling until I drop onto his lap in an ungraceful heap. “This was fun, though. I like learning what makes you tick. How far I can push you. What gets you hot.”

“I likeyou.” The words slip from my throat without thought, but I don’t take them back. Not when Nate lights up like I’ve offered him the moon.

“Like you too, kitten.” He kisses me slowly at first, then harder. Desperate. Hands roaming until I’m nearly panting in his arms again.

With little effort, he stands, looking at the puddle at our feet while I’m locked in his arms and this feral, lopsided grin splits his lips. “Think I can make you squirt while you’re on my knot this time?”

I have no clue, but I’m definitely willing to try.

DON’T MEET YOUR IDOLS…OR DO

DAPHNE

Connor

When can I pick you up?

Smirking,I send Connor a picture of me in nothing but Dez’s stolen shirt.

Me

Whenever. I’m in your kitchen.

A muffled curse and fast footsteps overhead make me laugh while Dez shoots me a side-eye from where he’s working on breakfast.

After my court case and the subsequent debauching, Nate practically begged me to come over for dinner. Somehow, we’ve spent every meal together since, my scent slowly filling up their house. The more I go, the easier it is to spend time there. I even slept over last night, with Nate and Dez wrapped around me in Nate’s room. Though we were a little cramped, I slept like a rock.

My most elusive alpha might not know that, though. Connor’s been working a lot and while I try not to let that bother me, we’ve barely seen each other since they admitted to buying the duplex. I don’t want that to become a trend.