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“I’m so intrigued.” I shoveled a few more bites in, chewing and swallowing before asking, “What do you have planned?”

“It’s a surprise. Eat your veggies, omega.”

With his teasing encouragement, I managed to gobble the contents of my plate, but as gorgeous as the cake was, we’d be having it after. Pushing my plate away, I looked at my alpha’s meal, which was nearly untouched. “Hey, don’t you need your energy?”

“I have all the energy I need, just looking at you.” Pascal stood up and held out a hand. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

“What about the dishes?” I didn’t want him getting stuck having to clean up alone.

“I’ll wash them in the morning or throw them away. I don’t care at all.”

“You can always buy a set from the shop. We get a remarkable number of nice dish sets there.”

“Maybe I will.” He linked our fingers and tugged me away from the table and into his arms. “But first, we have other things to do.”

His room was nearly dark, but he clicked on a bedside lamp before going about the business of undressing me. And it truly was businesslike but in the sexiest way possible. My mate removed each item of clothing and folded it neatly before laying it on a chair, while I vibrated with anticipation. I protested once, said, “I can just do it,” but he ignored me and went about the slow process. I was so hard, I was afraid my cock might snap off when he knelt to draw my undershorts down and gently lifted each leg to take them off.

Shorts folded on the chair, he remained on his knees, wrapped his arms around my hips, and took me deep in his throat in one gulp. Then he proved to me that the rumors about alphas not having the skills omegas did for blow jobs were about as true as any other rumors. Or maybe it was just mine. I bracedmy hands on his shoulders and held on tight while he sucked and licked me into an explosive orgasm then eased me down onto the edge of the bed.

“Want a break?” He kissed me hard then studied my face. “You look a little stunned.”

“No break.” I pulled my knees high, exposing my hole for him. “Deep in my other hole.”

He trailed two fingers through my ass crack and held them up, shiny with slick. “Let’s do this mating thing.”

I couldn’t help laughing, but that cut off when his hard cock prodded at the tight muscle ring. I hadn’t been with many alphas and not for a long time. Which was probably why he groaned, “So tight,” as he sank deep into my body. I clung to my knees, helping him get deeper, wanting every inch of him inside me.

He thrust again and again, deeper than the first time, deeper than I knew it was possible to go and with each new bit he conquered. And then he was balls deep and paused, letting me adjust. But I wasn’t having it. “Alpha, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

He panted, but his smile said it all and he was driving into me again, rubbing my prostate with each pass.

My second orgasm was my first ever with no direct cock contact, and it preceded his by a fraction of a second. His knot swelled this time, and as we were bound together, he bent and sank his teeth into my throat, marking me his and changing my life forever.

Chapter Seventeen

Pascal

I didn’t know whether it was my bear or my internal clock, but one of them woke me up at the crack of dawn. With my eyes still closed, I replayed the events of the night before in my mind. Rue was incredible. He’d opened up to me during our night together. Becoming bolder, telling me what he liked and what he didn’t. How he liked to be touched. And when my knot swelled inside him, he cried out my name in the throes of passion.

I never wanted the night to end. But life called. Rue had to be at work this morning and, even though I didn’t want him to go, his work was more than a paycheck. It had meaning for him and to the omegas that leaned on him and the community for support.

“I know you’re awake, alpha,” he whispered next to me. My body was wrapped around his and had been since we’d made love for the third time only hours ago. I would feel bad for exhausting him but I wasn’t. Not one bit.

“I am awake, my love. I am. Thinking about last night. Not wanting to face the day without you.”

He sighed, snuggling deeper into my embrace. “It’s okay. You have me for a very long time.”

“That I do. How about a shower and coffee and we have a lazy breakfast?”

Turning around to face me, he ran his finger along my jawline. “Open your eyes.”

I did and was once again struck by his beauty. “You don’t know this about me, but I live for slow mornings. Long showers. Hot coffee. Easy breakfast. Taking my time. It cuts back on my morning anxiety and helps me have a good day.”

“I always have fast mornings. Coffee on the go. Rushing to get things done. I only eat cereal about once a week.”

“Hmm, let’s try it my way and see if you like it.”

“If you’re here, I already know which one I’ll prefer.”