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Brutus had rocked into me in circular motions when I was coming, helping to draw out my orgasm. Now he picked up the pace until he was slamming into me. His rhythm was brutal. His balls slapped against my ass again and again. Diving into me so hard that his thrusts were shifting me up the bed. The whole time, he had his hand against my throat—not exerting any pressure, just holding me there, possessively.

Brutus grunted and thrust into me sharply. His knot thickened and swelled, locking his cock inside me.

Grinding against me, Brutus’ cock pulsed. Throbbing deep within me. Warmth flooded my lower belly as he filled me up.

Wrapping his arms around me carefully, Brutus flipped us, laying me down carefully against his chest. He ran his warm hands in soothing patterns down my back.

Walking into this room, I was a bundle of anxiety. If I hadn’t been so distracted by worrying about Brutus, I would be worried about my essay due in three days, or my online math test next week. Now, I felt oddly removed from all of those worries. Like, obviously they were still there. I was still going to finish my studies—I wasn’t unhinged. But all of my focus shifted just enough that the weight of the worries wasn’t pressing quite so heavily on me anymore.

I’d been a bundle of nerves—until Brutus fucked every single bit of tension and apprehension right out of my mind.

Maybe being an omega and getting a good dicking might even be better than working at a small desk job?

Woah now.

No need to get crazy.

Brutus’ fucking was dangerous. He’d only dicked me once and I was halfway ready to toss my dreams in the trash and throw myself into his arms, without him even asking for it.

But honestly, if any dick was worth throwing away months of strenuous academic endeavor, piles of essays and readings—it was Brutus’.

CHAPTER 26

KAIN

A surgeof pleasure hit me hard, until I was practically smacked upside the head with it. I turned to my twin. “Is that?”

“Yup.” Sabien didn’t look surprised at all to sense the scorching intensity of that raw physical attraction flooding the bond—which obviously could only mean one thing.

“When did their date start? Like fifteen minutes ago?”

Sabien nodded as he sprawled across the sofa with his feet up on the arm rest. “Are you really surprised? Do you remember how long it took for Brutus to get the two of us into his bed?”

That was a fair point. Brutus was one of those guys who knew exactly what he wanted and then went after it immediately. “You don’t think that he’s rushing Chloe—”

“No. Have youseenBrutus? He’s hot as fuck.”

He was.

It wasn’t even really fair. My brother and I were also decently hot. Hell, Titus was so hot that he had the whole Institute drooling over him. But it was Brutus who had that raw animal magnetism that seemed capable of bending the whole world to his whims. Everything he ever wanted wasdelivered straight to him on a silver platter. Lucky for us, Brutus only ever wanted two things: a hot pair of twins and now Chloe.

“So…” Even though I knew without asking what the answer was, I felt like I still had to ask it. “Does this mean that you’ve forgiven him?”

The only reply my brother deigned to give me was chucking a sofa pillow straight at my head.

CHAPTER 27

BRUTUS

Fuck.

Why hadn’t the twins warned me that our scent match was a redhead?

I had been ready to accept whatever omega the Valentine Division and their high tech scientific catalogs found for us. Blondes were obviously hot. I wouldn’t complain if we ended up matched to a blonde girl. Dark haired girls were lovely. I found them to be alluring—their eyes always seemed brighter, framed against the deep hue of their locks.

But nothing got me bricked up like a redhead.

It might not be politically correct for me to say that I found redheads exotic, but fuck it. I want what I want.