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Finally, exhausted, I roll onto my back, taking her with me. I hug her tightly to my heaving chest, matching each breath to hers.

I nuzzle into her neck, and, on instinct, lap at her mating gland. It’s red and pulsing, as if it’s straining for me to bite, and her pussy clenches with each lick.

It takes a long time for her to wring my balls dry, and we stay locked together for even longer. A feeling of contented rightness settles over me, the gnawing frustrations from the last few weeks melting away.

I finally have my Omega.

Chapter Eight

Nevaeh

“You know, I thought I was going crazy.”

My head rests on the chest of the most infuriatingly lovable man I’ve ever met. His voice rumbles deliciously as he speaks. I trace patterns in the salt and pepper hair between his pecs. I like that he’s older than me – it makes me feel cherished and cared for. I also like that he absolutely does not act his age. He’s a big kid at heart, and I never know what to expect when it comes to Casey Frazer.

I scoff and prop my chin onto folded arms. “Going crazy? You mean you’re not already?”

“Hardy har. You’re a jokester when you’ve had a good dicking down.”

I choke on a surprised laugh and splutter, “Don’t call it that.”

He looks down at me with a twinkle in his eyes, like he’s pleasantly surprised to see me lying next to him in his bed. Something tells me it’ll be the same delighted twinkle I’ll see in his eyes every morning for the rest of my life.

The man is far too attractive for his own good, and he knows it. I’ve never met someone who can so easily use their sexuality as a weapon as this Alpha. The last few weeks, I’ve felt like I’ve been under attack by my own rampant Omega hormones. I’ve kept my heat at bay with suppressants, but there is only so much chemical intervention can do against such raw Alpha influence.

“What should I call it then? The horizontal tango? Bumping uglies? Getting all knotted up?”

I sigh.

“Why did you think you were going crazy, Casey?” I ask softly, cutting past the jokes straight to the crux of the matter. In the time we’ve spent getting to know each other, I’ve realized a lot of his bravado is to disguise his true meaning. He wraps up his feelings in a coating of sarcasm, quirky comments, innuendo, and cheek.

Casey gently tucks a stray curl behind my ear and lingers at my mating gland, stroking it like he owns it. And I suppose he does. I’m completely his, and happily so. He has me wrapped around his stupidly large, tattooed fingers.

“Because I thought you didn’t feel it too.” He says it quietly, like he’s worried someone else might overhear and accuse him of being too soft.

A sliver of guilt threads through me. I planted those seeds of doubt by trying to remain professional. In truth, from the moment he first walked into my classroom, I knew he was about to blow up my life. He smelled divine and was so self assured.

And then I perfumed.

For the first time ever, I released an aroma of an Omega ready to mate. The weight of shame I carried dissolved, and I reevaluated how I saw myself. I’m not broken or wrong – simply a late bloomer or waiting for the right Alpha to draw it out. I’m not defective, and I’m free to mate with whoever I want.

And I want Crazy Casey Frazer.

My hurricane of an Alpha.

“I felt it, Casey. With every cell in my body, I knew you were my Alpha.”