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I moaned when he stroked the soft hair at my nape, then went still, waiting. When I looked up, something flickered behind his eyes, uncertainty, hesitation, maybe. The good alpha warring with his dom side. This was what Ren had meant. This was the wall my alpha had hit, the part of him that still asked permission even when he didn’t need to. He tightened his grip on my too-short hair and I moaned again. I had a wall too. I was afraid of what I wanted. The needy, desperate side of me. I kept that locked down.

He pressed at the back of my head with the lightest pressure, like he was testing how far I’d let him go. My whole body shivered. He gave me more. Both hands in my hair now. And I melted for him, every inch of me surrendering. Something shifted between us.

“You want me to fuck your mouth, little omega?”

I moaned my response. His hands became firmer in my hair. He moved me just how he wanted me, short thrusts, just the tip, working himself against my tongue. I dug my fingers in his leg when he gave me more of his cock, let me take it deeper into me. I nudged my head forward, to get even more. He tightened his grip on my hair and pulled me back, pulling all the way out of my mouth. I grunted in protest.

“You want me to use your mouth.” I didn’t know if that was a question, but I nodded anyway.

“Say it, Theo.”

My eyes fluttered open. I licked my lips. “Sir, use my mouth.”

“Lips together,” he ordered.

I licked them again and closed them. He brushed the head of his cock over my lips, slow and careful, like he was waiting for me to get greedy and take. I didn’t. I kept still, kept open, I wanted him to take it, to show him he could.

When he finally pushed down on the back of my head, it was slow. Measured. Like he was still checking, still giving me time to stop him. I didn’t. My lips parted around him, and I let him fill me.

I slipped a hand between my legs and stroked myself in time with his pace. He fed me more, deeper, until he hit the back of my throat and I swallowed around him. Just a nudge more. I gagged, and he pulled back, but I made a desperate sound. I needed him deeper.

He moved in again, his cock sliding along my tongue, slipping between my cheeks. He dragged himself out slow, and I whimpered. Then both hands were in my hair again, and he guided me back down, inch by inch, until I couldn’t breathe around him. He held me there. I squirmed, choked, my throat burning, my hand still working my cock.

He let up just a little. My fingers dug into his thigh.

He gripped tighter. Small thrusts. Controlled. Using me exactly how he wanted. I grabbed the head of my cock and squeezed like that would stop me from coming. It didn’t. I spilled over my hand, shuddering around his cock.

I wrapped a hand around the base of him, fingers sliding over his knot, slick, spit and cum. He grunted.

“Fuck, Theo.”

His rhythm faltered. Shallow thrusts. His breath caught. One more curse, and he came, his hips jerking out of control. I swallowed fast, greedy for all of him.

He pulled me off before I could finish and crashed his mouth to mine, tongue claiming what he’d just given. Then his hand locked around my throat and he pushed me down, until I was spread out beneath him on the floor.

“We’re not going to make it to the bed,” he growled, and kicked the armchair away to make space. I almost laughed at the idea of needing a bed. He could have me anywhere he wanted.

He sat back between my legs, forcing them wide. He calmly unbuttoned one of his cuffs.

“I want you coming, writhing, until I’m ready to give you my knot.”

My hands obeyed. I gripped my dick, stroking hard and fast.

“Did you forget how to reply?”

I froze, my heart leaping right into my throat. “Yes, Sir,” I whimpered.

“Good boy,” he growled, satisfied.

“Fuck,” I thrust my hips into my own fists, coming again as he calmly unbuttoned his shirt.

JUSTICE

“I, er, I need to talk.” My fist was balled up in my pocket. This shouldn’t be that hard. And the fact that it was? That was the problem. He was my fucking pack mate. I’d been halfway to a mental breakdown for a day and a half now.

Ren tossed me a bottle of water from the fridge. He levered himself up onto the counter with his feet dangling. We were alone in the penthouse. Mackenzie and Theo had a nest consultant appointment at Cuddle Puddle. They felt like they needed an unbiased third opinion on how to blend their nesting styles. They each had their own bedrooms, but were insistent on having a shared nest. They’d be home soon with dinner.

I took a few seconds to twist the cap off and take a sip. I chanced a glance at Ren. He was unflappable as usual. Just waiting on me. There were so many times in the past few weeks where I thought Ren should be pack lead and not me. I’d watched other packs struggle with alphas jockeying for dominance in a pack. It was an alpha thing, and ego and pack leads usually ended up forcing alphas in their pack to comply.Ren was no less dominant or ego driven than I was. There wasn’t an ounce of submission in him. But there was deference. He never yielded, he just… stepped aside. No, he stepped to my side. There was a difference in there somewhere.