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My woman. My omega. My angel.

Those pesky fucking instincts demand I take him out, remove him from the equation for my pack. Since Maverick’s not here, I’ll remind Daphne why we’re fighting so hard to keep her.

Because no one can treat her better than us than us.

Slipping a hand into her jeans, I force her to give me room between her thighs. Her pretty little gasp and the way she claws my wrist, holding it right where she wants, gives me life.

Yeah, this is much better than losing myself to the bloodlust.

My fingers trace her, feeling the curve of her pussy, the dampness of her body as it gives to my fingers. She’s hot and wet beneath her panties, slick pooling in my palm. I wonder how long she’s been hiding her desire, frustrated at myself for not noticing.

“Daph? You alright?” Maverick’s voice is tinny as Daph’s grip on the phone loosens, but I hold it up for her.

“Sorry, got distracted. What did you say?” She’s breathy and desperate already.

“Don’t let him hear you, angel. You won’t like the consequences,” I growl softly.

Maverick seems suspicious as he repeats himself. “I asked if you need us to pick up anything on our way.”

“Nope! We’re all good. Just bring yourselves.” I’m impressed her voice is so calm considering she’s riding my hand, drowning us in that sticky sweet cotton candy perfume.

“Fuck yeah. Make the house smell just like you.” Daph whines and I pull out just enough to smack her clit. “None of that.”

“Did you say something?” Maverick asks.

“Drive safe.” Daphne’s voice wavers as her orgasm crests.

“Will do. See you soon.”

“Bye!” Daph tosses the phone, oblivious to the fact that it landed in the dry sink, and clutches at my neck. “Connor.”

The whine reverberates in my brain, but I know what she needs. I can feel her tightening around me, body contracting. Desperate for a knot she’s not getting anytime soon. She whines again, tossing her head in frustration as her orgasm takes too long. “Connor!”

“That’s right, omega. Say my name.”

And she does.

She coats my hand in slick and screams so loud I’m sure my brothers can hear her outside. Meanwhile, I leave love bites all over Daph’s neck and shoulders. When I’m done, she looks wrung out and just fucked, but it’s not enough.

My instincts demand a claim I can’t take, a way to show everyone coming that she’s mine. Since I’m not biting her yet, I’ve got to do something else.

Nate lopes inside before I can whisk Daphne off, obliviously wiping off his hands. I think we’re in the clear until he stops dead in the doorway, nostrils flaring as he scents our omega’s orgasm. “I thought we weren’t playing before guests came over.”

That’s what Daphne told him when he suggested a group shower to help relax everyone, but things changed.Ichanged.

Fuckingbutterfly.

“We’re not,” I growl, bending to toss Daph over my shoulder. One hand grips her thigh to hold her steady, while the other falls between her legs.

“Connor!” She squeaks, hands on my ass to hold herself up.

“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll put you down.”

“We don’t have time.” She’s got the words, but none of the action.

“Forget about time. Tell me the truth.”

“Yes, I want it.”