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Eventually, he pulls his trembling self off me, and Stix steps in between my legs. He reaches out and seizes my throat, pulling me up so we’re face-to-face.

“This is going to hurt, poppet.”

“Good,” I whisper back against his lips.

He throws his head back and laughs. He whirls and slams me against the wall. I whimper but tighten my legs around him. He reaches between us, rubbing his cock through the cum that’s seeping out of me.

I’m instantly close again. There is something about Stix, so polite and caring, who is so different when it comes to fucking. He grabs his cock, fists it, and then forces his head into me.

He doesn’t do gentle. He slams into me like he’s leaving a mark. Perhaps he will.

“Stix,” I moan.

“Oh, love, you say my name like that, and it makes me want to break you even more.”

“You say the sweetest things.” I laugh and groan when he pulls out and pushes back in.

“We could do slow, but I think we’ll do that later. Right now, I need you.”

I don’t have words to speak, I just hold on to him and sob for air.

He slams into me over and over. My hair is floating around me and shadows are reaching out to us. He pants as he drives his cock deeper, his teeth bared, not in ecstasy but in a feral expression of determination.

“Stix!” I cry out. I can feel his cock getting bigger. That damn barb preparing to jab into me.

“You’re going to fucking take it, and you're going to fucking love it,” Stix growls and loses his mind.

The others move close around me. I can feel them as they nuzzle close. Their teeth sink into me. Biting deep, forging some kind of connection. Stix snags my shoulder, sinking his teeth deep into the skin.

He pulls free and slams his hips against mine.

I scream as his barb sends my whole body into a melting pot of pleasure and pain. He roars in my ear, but the sound is dulled. He is as close as close can get when I open myeyes. The violence is gone, and all that remains is my Stix, gently stroking my thigh from hip to knee.

“It’s done,” Stix says softly. “It’s done. You did well.”

I blink weary eyes open and peer at my lover. “What’s done?”

Stix just lifts his lips to mine and sticks his tongue in my mouth. The kiss almost makes me forget.

“Now, you’re ours,” he whispers in deep satisfaction. “Our omega.”

What?

Chapter 38

Becky

Puppy and I are sitting on the roof watching the fireflies dancing around the backyard. The air smells faintly of fire and meat. I’m leaning up against his chest, his fingers drumming a pattern on my jean-clad thighs. He seems content to be wrapped around me. Like the affection has grown into something that he’s okay with. Sometimes I can still sense how unsure he is.

I am desperately ignoring the omega declaration. We had a massive argument about it. I think they are wrong, they insist I am an omega. And that I belong to them.

It was a stalemate.

And, to be honest, the idea of them making a mistake and calling me an omega and finding out I’m not, well, I don’t think I could handle their disappointment.

“How did you get the name Puppy?” I ask after a while of watching Song run around.

Puppy twitches, his expression gets hard and forbidding. “No.”