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When she whines, I nip her neck, sucking the place I’d bite if she let me. That’s a pretty solid indicator that I’m heading into rut, but I forget why that’s an issue.

Oh, right.We’re in a fucking fabric store.

“Can’t fuck you here, kitten. No condom.”

Daphne reaches for her purse, digging until I hear the telltale foil. “Need more to settle.”

The condom is a red flag waving in my face. Daring me to let go. I want to be inside her so bad, it almost hurts to say no. “I can’t take advantage of you.”

“Even if I’m asking?”

She tries to smile, but her hand flattens against her stomach, this gut-wrenching moan of pain spilling out, Daphne presses her face into the fabric in front of her, nails clawed and all the reasons we shouldn’t do this fly out of my head. My omega isn’t going to hurt when I’m right here to fix it.

Tugging the shorts barely over her ass, I keep her legs together with that pretty pussy barely peeking out. Daph shiverswhen she hears my zipper drop, groans when she feels the heat of my cock as it bounces against her skin.

“Bite.” I cage her in, holding the condom wrapper to those perfect lips. White teeth flash as she nips the serrated edge and pulls. I’d give anything for those teeth in my skin right now.

Sliding between her thighs, I use her slick to lube my wrapped cock. Omegas are built to take alphas, but I don’t want to hurt her. What a shitty first time for both of us.

Fuck, I hope she’s not mad I didn’t tell her that little tidbit. For my part, I couldn’t be happier that I waited. There’s something about Daphne that just feelsright.

Slick drips off us both as I jerk her hip out just enough to find the right position. That first touch, heaven.

Being inside Daphne is like nothing I’ve ever felt, and I know no one else will compare. “God, kitten. You’re incredible.”

Her forehead presses to a bolt of lavender satin, mouth following when I thrust in a little further. It muffles her moans, but not by much. My head whirls, trying to hear if anyone’s coming even though it’s impossible with blood pounding in my ears.

“Shit. Can you be quiet or?—?”

“No.” My surprised laugh makes Daphne smile, blue eyes glimmering as she looks at me over her shoulder. “I’m not going to lie. You feel too good.”

“Too bad my packmates aren’t here,” I murmur. “They could occupy that mouth. Keep your sounds just for us.”

Daph tightens around me and I can’t fucking think straight. Ripping off a chunk of fabric and wadding it up feels a little unhinged and a lot necessary. Even more so when her pretty mouth opens, letting me slide the makeshift gag right in.That’s so fucking hot.

“This okay?”

She nods furiously, hand digging into my hip. It squeezes as I find the right way to thrust, the perfect rhythm to have her shaking in my arms.

Just because I wasn’t looking for my omega, doesn’t mean I wasn’t planning to. Books, magazines, videos—made by women because let’s be real, most porn shouldn’t be replicated in the bedroom—all treated as research so when I did find my soulmate, I’d be able to give them what they need. But it’s second nature to read Daphne’s body. Instinct to give her exactly what she needs.

“Perfect, pretty kitten.”

She whines, her head tilting to the side, baring that neck. Omegas are sensitive to rejection, even more so during their heat, so I trail my teeth along her skin in a phantom bite. I’m not saying no, justnot now.

“That’s it, kitten. I’m right here. You feel me, don’t you?” Lacing our fingers together, resting them over her lower belly. “I’ll sink my teeth into you later, promise.”

It’s enough to settle her, unwinding the tension in her shoulders, but mine stays. Asking a stranger for a bite isn’t normal, even in pre-heat. Maybe it’s the scent match fucking things up, but I’m not so sure.

There’s this squirming in my stomach, this ache toclaimandkeepthat doesn’t feel like mine. It’s hers. Her hunger for that connection reaching out, snatching me by the throat. What the hell happened to make her so desperate for a bond?

Daphne’s clawing at the fabric around us, panting hard. Pushing our hands lower until we’re circling her clit, sending her closer to an orgasm that feels like it’s going to ruin my life. Or start it. “My omega’s taking me so well, isn’t she? Can’t wait to tell our packmates how good you’ve been.”

She spits the gag out, whimpering as her hips buck frantically. “I need more, Nate. I need a knot.”

Fuck, is she right? I get as close as I can, dragging a deep breath into my lungs. While there’s an oversaturation to her scent, I can focus on other things. Which means no knot yet. “Later.”

“Knot!”