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She slams her hips back, trying to force herself all the way down my cock. I’m already swollen at the base, so once Daphne’s on, there’s no way I’ll be able to pull out. My fingers clench tight against her hips, barely stopping her, but the whine makes it hard.

An omega’s whine is an evolutionary measure meant to protect them. A weapon designed to send an alpha into hindbrain, instinctual responses, and Daphne’s using that shit like it’s going out of style. Dangerous when I’m already struggling to stay lucid around her.

She tries again, and I rush forward, snatching the back of her neck with my teeth. She stills, caught in a predator’s jaws, but there’s no fear. Only more arousal soaking my jeans.

A sweet kiss soothes the burn of teeth too close to piercing skin.

“Don’t try that again, kitten,” I rasp. Moving away from her neck is impossible, so I let myself tease her with nips and sucks that bruise. “You’ll get my knot when I give it to you, and not a second earlier.”

Daphne’s sobs are almost incoherent. “Please, it hurts.”

There’s no way we can manage what she wants in here. That no one’s found us is a testament to the air filters and luck. Either could give at any moment and I won’t be held responsible for what happens if someone stumbles on my omega like this.

But there are other things I can do. Next time I pull out, I slip two fingers inside, giving a little extra girth to ease the worst of her aches.

“Holy fuck!” Daphne’s nails scrape against my arm as she rocks onto her tiptoes.

“Better?”

“Oh my god,yes.”

“Shh. Don’t want anyone to hear you.” I kiss her cheek, desperately trying not to think of how fucking tight she is now. My teeth ache as I struggle not to rut her ass into the stacks. To bond her to me.

“I need you to come inside me, Nate,” she begs. That urgency of hers a beating heart in my chest as she clenches in waves, her pussy pulling me deeper as she comes. “Please fill me up.”

The thought sears away the last of my sanity until all I know is Daphne and the alpha instinct to breed my omega telling me to push my cock deeper. Make her drip.

Break the condom, bind her to us. She can’t get away if she’s carrying our child.

Take it down a notch, psycho. You just fucking met.

But it does nothing to temper the orgasm that leaves my knees shaking.

“Does it always feel like this? Like we’re made to be together. Or is that just for us?” Brushing sweaty curls out of Daphne’s face, I nuzzle our cheeks for another scent mark. I haven’t pulled out even though I know I should, but I can’t find it in me to leave her yet. Her skin’s still warm and I can feel her need for more time, more togetherness, more pleasure despite her scent mellowing.

Yet she’s silent. My heart pounds, breathing stalled as I wait for her answer.Please tell me we’re on the same page.

“I’ve never felt like this,” Daphne finally admits.

Thank fuck.“I don’t want you to have this with anyone else.”

“I’m not sure I could.”

Remembered pain flares along my breastbone, another feeling that’s definitely not mine. “How long were you with them?”

I don’t know why I ask. To torture myself? To prove a point? All I know is I can’t take it back now.

Daphne stiffens, softening when I kiss apologies along her throat, trying not to imagine it scarred with my mark. Humming under my breath, I don’t stop until she’s pliable in my arms again. Until she answers me. “Eight years.”

“This was a bad idea,” she whispers. This time, it’s my pain flowing through my body. My chest hurts when she steps away, both of us groaning when I slip out of her warmth. I wish she hadn’t moved because it feels like every inch is a mile separating us.

Tossing the condom in a nearby trash gives me a moment to collect my thoughts before carefully helping to right her clothes. “It’s okay if you’re not cool with continuing this. I get that you were in a tight spot and?—”

Daphne jerks, eyes wide. “Oh my god, no! I meant I should’ve gone straight to the clinic. What if you were a psycho or something?”

The growl takes us both off guard, and I dig fingernails into my palms to shut it off, but Daphne’s laugh surprises me. Especially when she steps into my chest. She realizes my dick’s still out about the same time I do, and those eyes drop and hold.

Fuuuuuuck. “Stop looking at me like you want to eat me, kitten.”