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Chapter 17

Freya

The bed dips and I realize I’ve been staring at the window since I came back to the room, as Thorne’s words go over and over in my head.

I turn to see Zane. He looks so tired. “Thank God. I was so—”

“I’m okay.” His fingers touch my face and he leans down and presses a kiss on my lips before he tilts my chin up to meet his gaze. The smell of fire and ash mixes with his pheromones. “But I need you, Freya. Tell me you need me too.”

“I need you. I...I’ve needed you since the day I met you.” The moment is intense as we hold eye contact. My gaze only lowers to watch as he licks the taste of me off his bottom lip.

He’s so sexy. My breath sticks in my throat.

I want him so much it hurts me inside. “I want you to fuck me senseless before you knot me. You can even bite me. Own me. I want it all with you.”

“Senseless?” He laughs. “I can do that, but first let me have a shower.”

When I hear the water splash against the tiles, I stride across the thick carpet with my thoughts tumbling through my mind. Thorne’s given up searching for his omega. The scent blockers he wears prove that. But something nags at me, an itch I can’t scratch.

That night at Club Midnight...he’d said something about my scent. Through the haze of my heat, I remember his nose against my neck, his deep inhale. Yet now he can’t smell me at all?

The shower runs in the background as I leave the bedroom and go to find Thorne.

I spot him on the balcony, a dark silhouette against the rising sun. The navy of the ocean stretches endlessly before him.

“How long have you been on blockers?” My voice carries on the breeze.

He doesn’t turn. “Long enough.”

“Have you considered your omega might be searching for you, too?”

“She’s not.” His shoulders tense. “The first time I knew she was real wasn’t at Club Midnight, it was at a restaurant when I took over my father’s company. It was nine years ago.”

I nod slowly and wait for him to continue.

“The first time I met you at Club Midnight was years later, and I thought you were her. That’s when your perfume was the strongest.”

My heart skips. “What?”

“I admit it. Your scent reminded me of hers. I thought you were her. But you never looked the same. She had blonde hair and wore black-rimmed glasses. She was as tall as you, but she was curvier. You’re curvy now, but then you were thin and red-haired.”

I remember that time I met Thorne at Club Midnight. I wasn’t myself, in more ways than one. But it wasn’t my first time there or the first time I met him. The first time was just before my life spiraled downward, and I never went back for years.

I swallow. “I wasn’t healthy back then.”

He doesn’t listen. “And your scent wasn’t exactly the same the next time I talked to you, and with the doubts about your appearance became doubts about you.”

You kissed me. You wanted me.

I don’t say it. I say, “I started wearing perfume to enhance my scent. It was the only way to stand out in a club with too many scents.”

He grips the railing. “Then Maya came along. Her scent was...incredible.” Maya. The name hits me like a punch to the gut. “I thought she was the girl I first met. So much so, I hired her when Miller refused to accept that she was our pack omega, hoping he would come around. But he and Zane flat-out refused to accept her. Told me she’d duped me.” He sighs. “And she did. She started working for me, and her scent was different. I knew then that she was another fake, but I kept her around.”

I don’t want to hear what for.

“I’ve never faked my scent,” I breathe. “Just inhibitors and blockers sometimes.”

“Sure.” His tone drips with disbelief. “You just admitted to using perfume.”

“My perfume—my scent. I had it made to enhance my personal perfume, not to change it.”

“Yet now you’re on inhibitors. Why?”

“Because inhibitors mute one part of an omega’s scent. And as to why I take them is because I no longer care about alphas or packs. Now they can come and find me.”

“Like Zane.”

“He’ll do as you ask him in the end. You’ve just told me he refused to accept Maya. I’m sure this pack is stronger than my bond with Zane.” It breaks my heart to say it, but it’s true. He’s just proved it by telling me Miller and Zane wouldn’t accept Maya and he accepted it.

He chuckles. “And you? How do you feel about Zane?”

Our eyes lock as I say, “He could be my forever, but you’ll stop that.”

He turns and looks at the ocean and stays silent. Probably hating me for coming into his brother’s life.

I touch his arm lightly. “You’ll work it out. Whatever you’re fighting.”

As I turn to leave, his voice stops me. “Why haven’t you asked about our omega nest?”

I look back at him. “We’re surprisingly similar, Thorne. We both have trust issues. You don’t trust me, and I don’t trust myself around this pack. I can fight my omega instincts as much as you can fight your alpha.”

I walk away, leaving him to his ocean view.

When I reach Zane’s room, I find him sprawled on the bed, asleep. I check on Stone where he sleeps under the window before I slip under the sheets beside Zane.

His arm wraps around my waist, and he pulls me against him. I smile because his skin is against my skin. “Where have you been?”

“Talking to Thorne.”

He presses a kiss against my back. His lips curve up in a smile. “Thank you.”

“Don’t get too enthusiastic.” I swallow. “I think Miller likes me, but I know your brother doesn’t.”

“He will.”

I nod lightly, not convinced. “He won’t. He thinks I’m a fraudster who tried to con him with a fake scent.”

“His loss.”

“It’ll be my loss in the end.”

“No fucking way. He can be a lonely old alpha who won’t see the truth, but I’m not. You’re mine, Freya Rose, and there will be no going back after this. Once I’ve tasted you, I’ll know for sure you’re mine.”

My heart thuds loudly and my thighs clench tightly.

“I know.” I swallow. “But I don’t want to cause problems with your pack.”

“ You’re mine .” His words come out rougher than ever, and it’s what I’ve wanted to hear my whole life.

“Then take me, Zane.” I run my fingers through his hair, holding his gaze, waiting as I sink my teeth into my lip. “Make me yours.”

His lips collide with mine as he takes hold of my hips with his enormous hands, pressing our bodies tightly together as he deepens the kiss.

When I moan, he drags his mouth from mine until his teeth nip at my throat. Slick gushes from my pussy, soaking me.

“More,” I pant. I’m so tempted to beg him to bite me—claim me—only the thought of Thorne’s face stops me from doing that.

“You taste so sweet.” He tastes my neck with the flat of his tongue as his rough hands slide down my body.

“Take me, please,” I murmur, wanting his hands to reach between my legs. “Knot me.”

“Teach me how to make you come on my cock.” He sucks at the skin on my neck as I wrap my legs around his waist and tilt my hips toward his cock, wanting more. “Teach me how you like it.”

Teach me.

“I trust you to work it out.” I’m so turned on as I feel the tip of his thick cock pressing against my entrance. “I’m yours, Alpha.”

“I am, Omega.”

Slick flows from me. He slides his fingers through the wetness, soaking his hand. “You’re drenched, and I’m desperate to taste you.”

I gasp as he slips a finger inside me, pumping it in and out. “Does that feel good?”

“So good. But I want more.”

He rests on his hands and knees as he trails a soft kiss over my breasts and down my stomach. His nose slides over my clit and downward, inhaling my scent. “You smell of strawberries here.”

I groan as his large hands push on my thighs, opening me wider for him. Our eyes lock for the briefest moment before he lowers and licks along my slit.

My core contracts, and I writhe on the bed as he purrs. More slick pours onto his tongue, and goosebumps pop over my skin.

He hums as he laps up every drop.

“Please, Zane.”

He trails two fingers down my slit before diving in, kissing, licking, and sucking. I latch my legs over his shoulders as my fingers grasp his hair, holding him close, not wanting him to stop.

“That’s good...perfect,” I moan as he swirls his tongue around my clit. “Oh—Keep doing that.”

He curls his fingers inside me, and I almost hit the ceiling. “You like that.”

“I love that.” I roll my hips, fucking his fingers and face, and wanting more.

“Good girl. Do you want my cock?”

“Please. I want it all.”

With his fingers still inside me, he sucks on my clit. And I’m so close to coming I won’t feel his knot locking inside me.

“I need your knot, Zane. I want you inside me, and don’t be gentle.”

Our eyes meet. The beast inside him is being too tame. I want him to take me and slam into me, before fucking me like I know he wants to.

“Just be a good fucking omega and come on my face.”

My stomach does a triple somersault at his alpha tone.

His scent wraps around me. I know he’s mine. My slick runs faster. I’m so close to coming, I’m whimpering so loud I’m afraid I’ll wake the whole house.

I bite into my lip as he presses another finger inside me, and it’s too much. My body shakes around them as I pant his name over and over.

“Zane, I’m coming.”

“I know, baby, let me taste you.” He pulls his fingers out of me and thrusts his tongue in their place as my body convulses until I push on his head, unable to take anymore.

My chest heaves as I stare at him as he takes his thick cock in his hand and strokes up and down his silky length as we watch each other. But is he going to get himself off?

No way.

“Please fuck me. Knot me. I need it, Zane.”

He rubs the tip of his dick through my slick as his hands reach up and cup my face.

“This is perfect,” I tell him, resting my hand over his, wanting him to relax. He’s an alpha and I’m sure this hesitation will end after today.

I wrap one leg around his waist as he presses the tip of his cock inside me and pulls back out with a groan.

“You feel so warm and tight,” He murmurs as he presses forward again.

“I’m soaked, Zane. You did that to me.”

It seems that’s all it takes. He slides his massive dick into my still throbbing pussy, inch by perfect inch.

“You’re clamping around me,” he groans into my mouth. “It feels so good.”

He pushes another inch as his hands grip my hips, holding me against the bed. He needs to be in control. His alpha is showing, loud and proud, and I couldn’t be happier.

“Fuck!” he groans as he pushes until his full length is inside me.

I moan as he settles inside me, waiting for me to adjust to his size, and then he pulls out and slams back in again, and I smile.

This is what I want.

Soon he is thrusting in and out and I’m trying to move with him. It’s hard, though, considering he is holding me against the bed.

“Fuck! This is—”

He grunts. The sound is such a turn on and my pussy pulses with thanks. And when his knot slides against my entrance, we look at each other, both hoping the other wants this.

I nod as I bite down on my lip.

He takes my hands in his, holding them against the pillow as his hips quicken. His mouth rests against my ear. “Can I knot you?”

“Please. Just do it. I want to feel every inch of you,” I moan.

“Thank fuck for that.”

As I bite down on my bottom lip to suppress my smile, he grinds his knot against me again.

“Circle around me and then push,” I tell him.

“I might hurt you.”

I smile, loving his caring side. “You could never hurt me.”

Our eyes lock as he pulls out and thrusts forward with a deep groan, his knot sliding to where it belongs.