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“I thought you said bonding was forever!” I cried, ripping the Band-Aid off.

He sighed deeply, his fingers running gently over his mark on my breast. My skin pebbled from the sensation of his touch, and I shivered beneath him. With trembling lips, I turned my head to the side before I really began to sob. “How can they take me away from you if we’re bonded?”

Talk about a boner killer.

“Fuck, Archer’s probably the best one to ask…”

I grabbed Cam’s hand and held it against my chest. “Please,” I begged. “I want to hear it from you.”

Yes, Archer was the intellectual, but Cam could explain things in layman’s terms, and at the moment I just needed a quick and easy answer, not a forty-minute lecture on the history and biology of pack bonds.

He nodded in resignation, moving to my side and laying down. He pulled me into his chest, took a deep breath, and started. “It all comes down to dominance and hierarchies. Alphas—we’re at the top, right? Then betas, then omegas.”

My annoyance dried my tears, and I huffed in protest. How fucking archaic.

He let out a weak chuckle, kissing my neck. “Sorry, I didn’t make the rules.” His fingertips skated down my arm. “Where was I? Oh yeah, dominance.”

His cock began to harden again behind me, and he slowly thrust towards me. “When you submit to a bond, you’re submitting to another shifter’s dominance. That’s why I bonded each of our pack mates, but they didn’t bond to each other. Their ties all go through me because I’m the pack leader.”

His hand now slipped down my abdomen, and I let out a small gasp as he made his way to my sex, his nose grazing my ear as his fingers found exactly where I wanted them to go. “But… how…”

The alpha knew how to work a clit. He rubbed me with increasing pressure and tempo, my pulse racing as my climax neared. “How can you be taken by another pack?” he asked, filling in all my blanks.

I nodded on a sharp intake of breath, whimpering an affirmative reply.

“Bonds can only be broken by death, or when you’re bitten by someone more dominant. If…” he paused, ignoring my protests as he lifted his head slightly to make sure I could see his face. “…because it’s a big fucking hypotheticalif…” His fingers went back to work, and I lost myself in the exquisite skill of his ministrations once more. “…we lostthe Rite, our ranking against that pack would change, and they would automatically become the more dominant alphas. If they bond you, it would override our connection.”

I was hurtling towards the cliff, but the words he was saying were like a dead weight dragging me down, and I surged in frustration. “I won’t allow my life to be decided by made-up rankings like this is a goddamn video game!”

“It won’t,” Cam replied, his voice husky with need. “Because you belong to us, no matter what a bunch of washed-up old alphas say. You’re as much my omega as you are Nolan’s, Elias’s, Archer’s… and Julian’s, if you want to bond with him.”

He slipped a finger inside my pussy, his thumb going in tight, hard circles against my clit. I was so close. “Yes, yes, I want him too! But Cam… right now, I just want you…”

My panting grew more frantic, the scent of my aroused slick filling the room. Cam inhaled deeply and growled, moving to position himself back on top of me, but I struck first.

I pushed him on his back and straddled his hips, sliding onto his cock and grinding against him to chase the orgasm that had slipped from his fingers during our brief power struggle.

Pssh, dominance. I’d fucking show him dominance. I ripped his hands off my waist from where he’d placed them, freeing myself to gyrate and rotate in wild abandon without his direction. I leaned my palms against his chest for support, my fingers digging into his hard pecs and the slight dusting of hair as I arched my back and lost myself in the feeling of him filling me completely. My nails left cutting half moons in his skin, but Cam didn’t even seem to notice—he bit his lips, half-lidded eyes glazed with lust piercing mine, challenging me with a knowing smirk.

We were both going to come soon, I could feel his engorged knot slip further and further inside me with each revolution of my hips. “Take whatever you want, babe,” Cam moaned. “I’m all yours. Forever and ever.”

Forever and ever.

He had moved his hands to my thighs, and I took one, bringing it to my face. He cocked an eyebrow in amusement, wondering what I was up to. Have him hold my cheek? Suck his fingers?

I grinned, my orgasm building inside me until I couldn’t stop it even if I’d tried. I dropped down over his knot as I came, Cam grunting as he locked in, spilling his release inside me. Then I openedmy mouth and struck, biting sharply into his wrist.

His eyes shot open in shock, and he hissed slightly at the sting, but made no attempt to stop me.

I had absolutely no idea if I was doing this right, or if my “genetically weak and submissive” role would even change anything, but I didn’t care.

Cam was mine, and I was claiming him for anyone to see.

I licked his wound, the coppery tang of his blood coating my tongue, then settled down into his chest, wiggling in post-knot happiness as a purr rumbled through him. He rubbed my back in lazy circles, the other kneading my ass.

“How does it feel to be owned by an omega?” I asked.

He chuckled. “What are you talking about, babe? You’ve already owned me this entire time.”