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Chapter 13

Zane

And then I’m on her. I can’t stop.

I haven’t touched a woman in my life and I’m throwing myself on the floor at her feet. And here I am, desperate for her as she opens her gown and shows me the most spectacular tits I have ever seen.

I can’t believe this is happening. Freya’s warmth wraps around me, as well as her perfect scent. The strawberry and lime overwhelms my senses. Today, the tequila which I know is one of her scents is there but muted.

We haven’t confirmed the tequila fragrance yet. But I know she’s going to admit it soon.

I lean in closer, craving the taste of her milk, hoping it tastes of the very essence that makes her.

Thorne and Miller will be so damn jealous when they catch my scent mingling with hers. I noticed Thorne’s nose twitching when he caught me yesterday morning before I had a shower.

This time, I won’t wash her scent away.

I can already picture their expressions; Miller’s cool demeanor will crack just a little, and Thorne’s competitive edge will admit I found her.

Our omega.

They both think they know everything about women, but they don’t know Freya like I do.

But before we share her, I want this moment to be all mine.

Her soft skin beckons as I hover over her breast, heart racing. My mouth covers her nipple, and instinct takes over.

She moans.

A growl rumbles in my throat as I taste her. It’s a mix of sweetness and warmth, and right now pure bliss floods through me.

“Zane,” she purrs softly, fingers threading through my hair, anchoring me to her. The sound ignites something primal within me. “I was supposed to soothe you.”

I lick gently, feeling the tenderness of her flesh beneath my tongue. I know not to suck too hard; that would only push her further into discomfort when all I want is to soothe her soreness away.

The way she arches into me tells me I’m on the right track.

“God, that feels good,” she breathes out. I glance up to see her eyes fluttering shut as pleasure washes over her features.

I hum against her skin, letting the vibrations resonate through us both.

Our sounds mingle—the gentle slurping from my mouth and the sweet purring from hers. And it feels right in every way.

Her hands tighten in my hair as if she’s pulling me closer while also urging me on. I keep it slow and deliberate, wanting to make this last for both our sakes.

“More,” she whispers breathlessly.

That single word drives me wild. I flatten my tongue over her nipple and swipe upward, tasting her. It’s intoxicating; each lick sends shockwaves through me. How did I get so lucky? How did this fantasy come to life right here at this moment?

I swap to the opposite side. Soothing the dark pink nipple as my hands find her waist and I pull her toward me.

The scent of her arousal fills the air, a sweet, intoxicating aroma that wraps around me like a warm blanket.

My cock is so fucking hard, I can hardly cope. But I should have expected it. My whole body responds instinctively to her.

I push those desires aside. This moment is about Freya, about making her feel good.

One of her hands stays tangled in my hair, grounding me while the other trails down my face, then glides toward my ear. I shiver at her touch.

But then she finds my scar. I freeze, a surge of vulnerability rushes through me. I lift my hand to stop her, fear clawing at my gut, but she purrs softly.

“Let me do the same for you,” she murmurs.

Her voice softens any hesitation I have left. My hand drops to my side as her fingertips graze the puckered skin. The sensation is electric; it makes me ache in ways I haven’t allowed myself to feel in years.

I swallow hard and reach between her thighs. My fingers brush against the heat of her slickness, and she gasps.

“Zane,” she cries out.

There’s a silent plea in her tone. It ignites something primal inside me, and I can’t deny the alpha in me thrumming through my veins. I want to dive deeper with her, but part of me hesitates as I fight against the need that begs for release with the fact that she’ll see all of me.

And when she does, this beautiful omega won’t touch me in the same way.

So, I ignore the part of me that wants to take her, knot her, claim her as mine and instead, I focus on what Freya needs, trailing my fingers over her slick folds, slowly teasing her.

Her body arches toward me as if urging me on.

She breathes heavily as I explore her softness with care, careful not to rush things. I want to savor this moment and remember the way she feels under my fingers. I want every sound I draw from her lips seared in my brain.

Because, my god, those soft whimpers fill me with an overwhelming sense of pride that this is me doing this for her. The alpha in me wants to take her and protect her and Stone from the rest of the world.

I flatten my tongue on her nipple, tasting her as I watch her eyes flutter shut. I do it again. Every time she moans, it stirs something fierce within me. The deep desire to worship every part of her.

“Please. More.”

And I want to, God, do I want to give her more, but still I hold back.

Freya’s hand holds my head as she leans into my touch, desperate for more.

My heart pounds in rhythm with our breaths as my fingers slide through her slick heat, pressing one finger inside her. I don’t know if she is ready for more.

Her slick is hot and plentiful around my finger, but it’s not that I worry about. I know we’re walking a fine line between the friendship we found in each other and something infinitely more dangerous.

But she is mine.

She moans against my head as I lap up every drop from her breast.

I want to taste her everywhere.

I add another finger, sliding them together through her slickness as her pussy pulses around my fingers.

“That’s it. Come for me Freya.”

She cups my face in her hands and looks into my eyes. “Give me your knot, Zane. Let me feel you. Please.”

“You’re not ready—”

“I am. I’ve been ready for you since the moment I saw you. Please let me be fucked by someone who feels me. Someone who smells me. I promise I won’t stalk you.” She laughs. “Or sneak into your home.”

She still thinks I don’t want her for the long term. I want her. I want her so fucking bad that I can’t stop thinking about her.

“Let me show you how it feels.” She’s almost begging now.

I’m lost in her, drowning in her scent, her touch, her everything. My resistance crumbles with each soft moan that escapes her lips.

“Yes,” I breathe against her skin. “God, yes.”

Her face lights up, a smile breaking across her features that makes my heart stutter. She reaches for my belt, fingers trembling with excitement, when a piercing cry cuts through the moment.

Stone’s wail echoes from the room, shattering our heated bubble. Reality crashes back, hard and fast.

I pull away, running a hand through my hair. “I should go.”

Her face falls, the sparkle in her eyes dimming. She thinks I’m using this as an excuse. I can see it written all over her face.

Before she can turn away, I cradle her face in my hands. Her skin is soft, warm against my palms. I crush my mouth to hers, replacing everything I can’t say with the kiss. I sweep my tongue into her mouth, hers tangles with mine.

She gasps, and I take advantage, deepening it until we’re both breathless.

When I finally break away, her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed as she touches her lips. “For the first time in my life, a kiss feels real and not because I’m about to be knotted.”

I smile. “And thank you for letting me stay last night,” I murmur.

“Did I let you? If I remember right, you broke into my home.”

I smile. “We need to deal with that lock.”

She returns my smile. “Come back tonight.” Her voice is hopeful, vulnerable.

“I can’t. I’m on the night shift.”

She forces a laugh, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Right. I’ll be busy doing baby stuff and sorting out my crappy life.”

The false brightness in her voice cuts deeper than any blade. Stone’s cries grow louder, and I force myself to step back before I change my mind.

“Good bye,” she says.

“See you later.”

I stride down the steps, cursing the lack of an elevator. Freya and Stone need to move into our place until it’s fixed. Maybe that will be enough for Thorne to fall for her. Just a little time in her company, and he’ll see how incredible she is.

I laugh to myself while driving home, imagining Freya coaxing Thorne out of his serious shell. He might actually crack a smile for once. Miller? He’ll definitely appreciate her. The thought makes me giddy.

When I walk into the house, Miller inhales deeply as I pass him, eyebrows raised.

“Something smells good,” he says, eyeing me like I’ve just walked in with a trophy.

“It’s not just the food,” I reply, holding up the take out I picked up on the way back. “I want to talk to you both over breakfast.”

Thorne glances up from his phone as I walk into the kitchen. “What’s got you grinning like an idiot?”

“Freya.” My heart swells. “She’s wonderful. She’s so caring. And I bet she’d love more kids.”

Miller raises an eyebrow while Thorne watches me closely.

“Has she seen your scars?” Thorne asks, skepticism clear in his tone.

I nod as I touch my neck where Freya’s hand rested earlier. “She wanted to put some cream on them to help.”

Miller exchanges a look with Thorne that speaks volumes. I know he’s interested, but his curiosity mingles with concern as he stares at Thorne.

“What’s her scent?” Miller probes, leaning in slightly as if trying to catch a whiff of her.

The grin on my face widens. “It’s the same as mine—strawberry, lime, and tequila.”

“What? Are you sure?” Thorne shakes his head. “Maybe she sought you out, Zane. The same as what Maya did to me.”

“No, it’s real. She’s ours,” I say, letting that sink in. “She’s given up on finding an alpha—a pack. If you meet her, you’ll see. She comes across as really outgoing and chatty, but she’s more vulnerable than you see on the surface. I don’t think her family is very close to her.”

“How would you know that?” Miller asks.

“I saw the photos. She’s always in the background.”

“That means nothing.” Thorne stands and brings back the coffeepot, pouring the hot liquid into three cups.

I shake my head. “Have you ever heard of Danielle Rose?”

“Everyone has heard of her. She’s the actress who won an Oscar at the same time her younger daughter won one for the supporting actress category.”

“Do you know her daughter’s name?” I ask.

Thorne can’t stand not knowing everything. The man is a walking talking Wikipedia. “Ah! Finleigh! And she married actors Broderick Field and Harley Niles.”

“And my omega is Finleigh’s sister. The daughter of Danielle Rose.”

“What?” Thorne hisses.

“Exactly. You’d never know. When did you ever see Danielle Rose with anyone other than Finleigh or her husbands?”

Thorne shrugs dismissively. “She’s still a single mom omega... Not exactly what we’re looking for.”

“And she may not have an alpha now,” Miller counters thoughtfully. “But what if he comes looking for her once he finds out she has a child?”

I can’t help but feel protective of her as we talk about this. It feels like she’s already ours—mine—in every sense that matters.

“What’s the baby’s name?” Miller asks.

“Stone.”

Miller gasps, his eyes wide. “Wait... That’s the omega I told you about! What’s her full name?”

“Freya Rose.”

“God...it is.” He pauses, catching my eye before turning to Thorne with urgency written all over his face. “I could smell her.”

Thorne looks at me; there’s hesitation mixed with a glimmer of interest?

“We need to meet her,” he finally says, but I still hear the hesitation in his voice.

“I have a better plan.” My pulse quickens at my own idea. “We persuade her to move in here. Her apartment has no elevator; she has to cart Stone up six flights of stairs whenever she goes anywhere.”

Thorne swallows hard as he stares at me, considering everything wrapped up in that proposal.

“Do you think she’ll be the reason you give up firefighting?” he asks.

Inside, I’m doing flips at the thought that they are interested but keep it cool on the outside.

“If you give her a chance,” I say slowly, “I’ll consider it.”