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He nodded, moaning around the digit as he held onto my forearm with both hands. I let him pull my arm down, dragging my thumb over his pouty lip, then his chin, and rested my hand at the base of his throat. His pulse danced beneath my fingertips, and I could feel my own heart matching his, beat for beat. Would I ever get used to being so close to him? I hoped not. I wanted to feel this excitement every second I spent with him.

“I want you to claim me, Emerson,” Trystan said, slowly rolling his hips against mine. “Make it so everyone knows I’m yours.”

My heart caught in my throat. A bond mark would make him mine for life, no matter what. “Are you sure, love? It’s a huge step, and I don’t want to push you—”

“You’re not,” he insisted, digging his fingers into my arm. “Every instinct I have is screaming at me to let you in, and I’m ready to dive off this cliff with you. Be my alpha, please. Bite me.”

My already fragile restraint took another gut-punch. Sliding my hand up, I tightened my fingers around his neck enough to hold him securely but not cut off airflow. His pulse quickened, and I crept my spare hand down his back, under his sweatpants and boxers, to gently rub across his hole. He was already leaking slick. I dipped my finger in with ease, dragging a delicious moan out of him that vibrated against my hand. How was I supposed to resist this?

Tilting his head to one side, I breathed along the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Trystan’s intoxicating vetiver scent intensified with every movement of my finger against his hole, begging me to sink my teeth into him. A soft whimpersqueaked out of him as I grazed my teeth over the spot where I’d mark him.

“I’m going to claim you, Trystan,” I promised. “But you’re going to wait until this beautiful arse is swallowing every inch of my knot, like a good omega.”

“Fuck, yes.” His hands released my arm, reaching down to yank my belt open. “Give it to me, alpha, please. You know I can take it.”

“I do, love. You take it so well for me. Tell me, which room is yours?” I asked, tightening the arm still fingering him as I stood, holding him like the horny brat he was. “If anyone were to come in and see you like this, I’d be very upset. Understand, love?”

He nodded in my grip, reflexively wrapping his legs around me. “End of the hallway, next to the bathroom.”

“Good boy.”

Chapter Fifteen

Trystan

Emersoncarriedmetomy bedroom like a starving man heading to a feast, and I was fucking thrilled. He accepted me. I didn’t know if I’d be able to get out of thievery for him, but knowing I had the freedom to live my fucked-up life with him was a relief. I was more than a thief to him. And I was more than an omega. He wanted all of me, regardless of the mess it brought.

After all, without that mess, we wouldn’t be here.

My back hit the bed, and I looked up to see Emerson yanking off his tie. He smirked down at me, his trousers already half open from my desperation, with an impressive tent poking out. “You have ten seconds to strip and hold your knees beside your head. I’ll still knot you all night if you fail, but I won’t let you come until dawn. Go.”

I couldn’t have been more motivated if my life were at stake. Without even getting off the bed, I shucked everything off myhips and kicked it across the room, then assumed the position asked of me.

Emerson chuckled as he carefully folded his clothes, neatly placed them on a chair, and climbed between my spread legs. He tapped his cock against my hole, then ground the thick length of it up and alongside my own, leaning to kiss up my chest.

“So close. Don’t fancy being my good little cockwarmer for the night, do you?”

“Mm, actually, that part sounded great.” I moaned as he took one of my nipple piercings between his teeth. “It was the threat of all-night edging that made me pick up the pace. Maybe we start with a cheeky one-minute edge and work our way up?”

“Don’t worry, love.” He planted a kiss on my forehead, and I melted into the pillows. Little moments like that were so unlike anything I was used to, and it never failed to affect me. “I’m going to take such good care of you tonight. Now, where’s your lube?”

Within moments of handing him my dwindling supply, Emerson was already two-fingers deep and making me writhe beneath him. I swear, the way he moved his fingers was like he had a fucking built-in map to my prostate.

He circled my Adam’s apple with his tongue, kissing along my jaw as he added a third finger. “You need to relax, sweetheart. You’re always so tight.”

My cock twitched as he fingered me, sparking pleasure all the way down to my toes. “I can take it, please.”

Removing his fingers, Emerson lubed his cock and lined up at my hole. He pressed against me, teasing me with his girth as he ran his hands up the backs of my thighs to where I held them up. His hands covered mine, and he leaned down, pushing my legs back further and opening me up to him.

“Ready, love?”

I’d never been more ready in my life. It was scary how quickly my life had changed, but I didn’t want to go back now.

“Ready, Alpha.”

Emerson entered me in one long, deep stroke, filling me perfectly and making my omega purr. I’d never had this with another partner. No one else praised me or touched me with the reverence he did. Even when he leaned into the dominant side of his alpha, he prioritised my pleasure, and ultimately, my wellbeing. He genuinely cared for me, and I wasn’t totally sure what to do with that.

I’d never cared what anyone thought of me before, but the opinion of this man—my alpha—now mattered more to me than I’d ever thought possible. I’d do anything within my power to be worthy of his affection.