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Coating my hand with slick makes her moan, and again when I stroke my cock with it. There’s no time for any real prep, I’m going to use whatever I have to ensure I don’t hurt her.

“Inside, now.” Daphne pulls me back for a kiss, holding tight as I fuck her for the first time in almost a month.

“You feel so good,” I groan, brain shut down.

“More, please. Move.” Daphne’s head tilts, baring her neck to me.

Scrapping my teeth along the column of her throat, I let her feel what’s going to be hers one day if I’m lucky. My bite on herskin. Our souls locked together. She has no idea how much I want that with her.

She whines and I lose it, teasing her with my knot on every thrust. Daph shudders, our hips slapping as she rides me from the bottom. Through it all, she never stops begging for my knot, her voice getting louder and louder. I don’t know if her friends are here yet, but they don’t get to have this part of her. No one but us does.

Cuffing the back of her neck, I press Daph’s mouth into my shoulder, offering a sweet kiss to her cheek. “Better be quiet, angel. Don’t wantMaverickto hear how well I fuck you, right?”

I can hear her muffled pleas, but I have other plans to ease the caveman circuit going through my mind.

Tilting my hips, I adjust to hit right…about…there.

Daphne’s mouth opens wide, nails digging into my back as she shakes through the surprise orgasm. Her hips stutter, so I palm her ass, forcing her to work my cock through the spasms. It’s almost too much, the fog so close to taking over that I feel my jaw putting pressure on her neck, but I hold it off. Force myself back and away.

No biting. Not yet. Her skin’s gonna bruise something fierce, though.

Good. Claim her anyway you can.

When her thighs shake against me, I haul Daph to the end of the bed until her ass is hanging off the edge and I’m nearly on my knees. It’s uncomfortable as hell, but I need her close for this. Her head shoots up when I pull out of her warmth. “Con?—"

My fingers tangle in her hair again, gently forcing her head down as I place the tip of my cock against her clit. “Watch.”

My other hand guides hers to my dick and together we stroke. She feels so good against me, eager and a little confused, but she does exactly what I want. Squeezes tight along the shaft and twists at the head just right. Sneaks over my knot and holdsuntil I’m dizzy before doing it all over again. Continuing until I’m coming all over her swollen flesh.

Daph gasps as I make her squeeze me tight, thrusting in her grip to smear my release until all I can smell is cum, sex and us. As if that’s not enough, I run my cheeks over her until she’s so saturated in my scent that it’s fucking impossible for someone to think she’s anything but mine. Only then does the threat of fog disappear and I feel like myself again.

“You didn’t come inside me.” Daphne pouts and it’s so fucking cute, I have to kiss it off her face.

“Had a point to make.”

“What’s that?”

She knows. I can tell by how thick her blush is, how she bites her lip, and her body tightens around absolutely nothing. But I tell her anyway. “You’re ours, Daphne.”

I would die a thousand deaths to see that smile on her face. Small, but so fucking powerful it could bring a god to their knees.

My hands shake as I reach for her discarded panties and slip them up her legs, making it to her thighs before she stops me. “What’re you doing?”

“Getting you dressed. We’ve got guests to entertain.”

Daph rolls her eyes, trying to push my hands down again. “They can entertain themselves for five more minutes. I need to clean up first.”

“No.”

There’s a stillness that comes from an angry omega. A primal signature screamingdanger, danger.I’m not sure we’re there, but Daphne is decidedly frosty when she growls, “Excuse me?”

“You’re going out there covered in my scent and dripping with my cum.”

Pretty blue eyes blink at me before Daph scoffs. Her arms cross over her chest and already, I hate the distance between us. “And if I say no?”

She can and I’ll drop it, but she likes how possessive my pack is, and Iknowshe feels the same about us. Leaning up, I graze my lips over hers. “If you clean up, so do I. Your choice, angel. Are we cleaning up or going as we are?”

What was soft, sugary sweetness in the air turns sharper, territorial as Daph realizes what I already know. If I shower, which we’ll have to do to clean up at this point, I’ll be around three unbonded omegas without her scent mark.