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Even though I’ve waited for this moment my entire life, apprehension skirts up my spine when the fear I’ve obviously been denying whispers along my skin.

I’m an Omega. I’m literally built for this shit. So what the actual hell ?

My conscience crosses her arms over her chest, looking smug. Told you so.

Super reassuring, I mentally growl.

My vagina whines, If either of you fuck this up for me, I swear to Christ I’ll never forgive you.

Unaware of my inner freak out, Nixon turns and heads up the stairs, his hulking form showing no sign of distress as he continues to carry me like I weigh nothing at all. When he reaches the second level, he pauses, fingers twitching on the back of my upper thigh.

“My room or yours?” His voice is gravelly, no doubt from the effort it’s taking him to remain coherent despite my slick dampening his shoulder.

His restraint is honestly damned impressive.

“Your call, cupcake.” My Omega senses are fritzing, so making any kind of choice is beyond me right now.

His purr is rough beneath my belly, and that slight comforting contact is enough to clear the volley of emotions in my head for a moment.

This is sex. The one thing I’m good at. I mean, I’ve been told I’m actually pretty phenomenal more than a few times, but gloating wouldn’t be appreciated right now. Logically, I understand this man carries risks that most of my previous partners never have, so if I’m going to get through this, I need to try for the same sort of detachment I’ve perfected since the very first dick—Mr. Was-He-Even-In not included—plunged the way for the others that came after.

Entering the suite, his foot kicks the door closed behind us, and in three long strides he’s at the side of the bed. With a level of control I wouldn’t have expected, his large hands grip my hips and slowly slide me down the front of his chiseled body, my breasts dragging against his firm pecs until I have to bite down on my lip to stifle my moan. He's so big and powerful, the muscles in his biceps bulging as he effortlessly lowers me to the ground. His hands stay planted on my waist, large brown eyes studying my face.

What does he see, I wonder? My desire is obvious, given away by my perfume that’s thick around us. But what about my worry for what comes after? Or the impossible-to-contain hope that this is more than all those emotionless encounters that have come before.

“Nix?” I whisper, the silence edging up my nerves.

His nostrils flare, then his eyes close as his fingers grip me tighter. “Just… Give me a second, okay, baby doll?”

My eyes scan over him, taking in his rigid shoulders, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the gigantic bulge fighting against his gray dress shorts…

He’s trying to rein himself in…for me.

Swallowing down everything but the need coursing through me, I let my hands slide from his biceps, traveling down his forearms until I’m taking his massive hands in my much smaller ones. Slowly, I lift them to the top button on my dress.

“Pretty sure you’ve waited long enough, Nix. I’m here. Take what we both need.”

The groan that rushes from his lips is obscene, his hands shaking under mine.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve dreamed about this?”

“Probably as long as I’ve denied wanting it.”

My hands drop to remove my belt once I feel the first button slide through the cotton. Then the second. With each inch revealed, his eyes shift lower until he’s kneeling before me, head still at chest level because he’s so damn tall.

The last button falls away, and with the smallest roll of my shoulders, the dress slides down my arms, pooling on the floor. I’m wearing nothing but a nude, delicate lace bra and thong set. My nipples are hard points against the sheer fabric, my slick seeping out and running down my thighs. He takes it all in, a sort of purr-growl combination rattling his chest.

His fingertips touch the sensitive skin of my thighs, trailing along the curve of my ass. When his hungry eyes finally lock with mine, I whimper at the raw hunger staring back at me.

“You’re so goddamn perfect. I’m at a loss for words, baby doll.”

“I don’t need your words, Nix. Just you.”

He growls, his mouth surging up to claim mine while his rough hands grip my thighs and lift me until my legs wrap around his solid middle. His lips are demanding yet tender, and a low hum of pleasure vibrates between us as his beard tickles my face. When his mouth opens, mine follows suit, and our tongues meet for the very first time. There’s a fire in my belly, years’ worth of rejected yearning coming to a flashpoint.

My fingers grip his neck, itching to tangle in the long hair he’s got tied up in a knot at the top of his head.

“Fuck, I need you,” he rasps against my lips.

“Take me. What are you waiting for?”

He steps forward, laying me softly on the bed as his larger frame hovers over me. Rather than waste any more time, his hands slip behind my back, deftly unclipping my bra and pulling it down my arms. His mouth immediately latches onto my nipple, suckling as his fingers dip lower and skim across the lace covering my sex.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.” His beard brushes against my breast, and I’m lost in a sea of sensation.

He switches to the other nipple, humming in satisfaction when the combination of our pheromones floods the room. Slowly, he stands, his eyes heavy lidded and lips tight beneath the wiry dark hair of his beard. He looks his fill, one hand gripping his beard and tugging as he bites his lower lip.

“One taste won’t be enough,” he murmurs, mostly to himself, and my heartbeat ratchets up a notch.

My hands reach for the hem of my panties, intent on distracting him from that line of thought, and he growls, loudly. Pushing my hand aside, he hooks his fingers in the flimsy material and yanks until I hear the wrenching of fabric and feel the material give against my skin.

“Good thing those weren’t my favorites,” I mutter, but it comes out more husky than I planned because damn, that was hot.

I swear time pauses as he watches the apex of my thighs where my slick is flooding the bed, wetness literally leaking from my body drip by drip.

“Holy fuck. You’re going to kill me.”

“You are a little older, but you’re in good shape. You can handle me.”

His eyes narrow. “Yeah, I’m a little older and definitely a whole lot bigger…everywhere.”

“Show-and-tell time, cupcake.”

He smirks, reaching back to tug his navy tee over his head in that way guys do that makes women want to do nasty things to them. His chest is covered in a light spattering of dark hair, with a large tattoo of a hockey helmet, stick, and puck with the number twenty-four taking up one entirely massive pec muscle. When his fingers drop to the button on his shorts, then slowly lower the zipper, I’m pretty sure I’m holding my breath.

Gripping the top hem, he pushes the material down his muscular thighs the size of tree trunks until I realize he’s not wearing anything underneath. Instead, the fat head of his massive cock breaks free, and I’m left dumbfounded by the incredibly hard, thick length of him.

“Holy shit, Nixon.”

“See what you’ve been missing, baby doll?”

I lick my lips, ignoring the thunderous noise coming from his chest. “How in the hell do you skate with that thing?”

He ignores the question, his hand stroking the length of the club between his legs. When he presses it against his lower belly, the slight swell of his knot at the base catches my attention.

“This what you want, Elliott?” he purrs, dropping his hand to wrap around the spot I can’t take my eyes off of. His dick is already more than anything I’ve ever attempted before. That knot, and how much it can expand, is downright terrifying. “Don’t worry, baby doll. You’ll be begging for it.”

Without another word, he steps toward me, leaning over to nuzzle my clit with his nose.

I release a ragged whimper.

“You smell so fucking good. I’ve been dying to taste you.”

And he does, with one long swipe of his tongue from my ass to my clit. The scratch of his beard on my thighs has me clutching the comforter, my back arching as his tongue spears into my pussy which clenches around it. His fingers swipe through the insane amount of wetness dripping from my body, swirling around the pucker of my asshole. My breath catches, but he doesn’t press for more. Instead, they inch up to replace his tongue. I don’t even get a second to breathe before his lips suction around my clit and two thick digits plunge into my pussy. My back bows off the bed, the words leaving my lips nothing more than mumbled nonsense, as he fucks me with his hand.

“Come for me, baby doll. Want your satisfaction on my tongue.”

The bark is a jolt to my senses that sends my body soaring. I’m still coming, his fingers continuing to work me with expert precision, when his free hand somehow manages to lift me and push me further up on the bed. With one last lick through my sex, I feel more than hear his growl as I suck in a much needed breath of air. Then he’s suddenly looming over me, beard soaked in my slick, eyes hooded with lust, looking damn near feral.

“I’m clean. Got checked a couple weeks before we left.”

“Me too. I…” I try to catch my breath, but damn, is it a struggle. “I haven’t been with anyone in months.”

His grin is wicked. “Then I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel that greedy cunt of yours taking all of me from knot to tip.”

My moan is filthy. “Then fill me up, cupcake.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Planting one hand beside my head, he lines himself up with the other. The stretch from the head of his dick has tingles spreading up from my toes, and I know I’m going to come again pathetically fast.

“Can feel you squeezing me already, baby doll. Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.”

“Nix… Please…”

I need him with a desperation that I’ve never experienced. His body is pinning mine to the bed, giving me no leverage to take what I want. I never thought I’d like being at the mercy of an Alpha, but leave it to Nixon to prove me wrong.

“Almost there, Elle. You’re taking my dick so fucking good.”

My whine echoes through the room, and as if that was all he could stand, he slams the rest of the way in with a roar. I’m coming again before he bottoms out inside me, the pleasure so acute, I don’t realize my fingers have slid through his hair, fisting in the strands as I hold on for dear life. My body tries to drag him back in when he retreats, but I shouldn’t have worried. He thrusts hard and rough and so deliciously fast that it sends another wave of heat up my spine.

At this point, there’s a very real possibility I’ll pass out from a simple lack of oxygen, but part of me wouldn’t even care. The other part, however, doesn’t want to miss her very first knot.

And that thought has me sucking in a ragged breath as I come back to earth, burying my face against his neck.

“Shit, baby doll. I’m not gonna last.” His hands grip my face, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Tell me you want my knot, Elle.”

“I…” My heart is pounding in my chest, fear slithering along my skin.

“Do you trust me?” he whispers, amber eyes pleading and hopeful.

Without having to think about it, I nod.

“You were made for me, Elle. It’s going to feel so damn good, I promise.”

Shoring up my courage, I drop a quick kiss on his lips. “Give me your knot, Alpha.”

His lips smash into mine in a kiss that scorches the very fiber of my being until I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same. With a few shallow thrusts, he finally withdraws until his tip is playing in and out of my opening.

There’s this look on his face, his jaw muscles clenching as he fights back whatever it is he wants to say. Instead, his hands bracket my face and he stares down at me for a few long seconds, bubbling emotion building up to the point where I’m sure he can see straight into my soul.

Then without warning, he slams forward, the swell of his knot stretching the resistance of my body. Eyes wide, my panic flares bright, but his thumbs stroke my cheek and that gentle touch has my body easing enough for his knot to sink in. My lips part and my breath catches as our eyes stay locked on each other. As he starts to swell inside me, my pussy seizes around him, and I scream his name as I come with a ferocity that has my vision nearly going black. I vaguely hear his roar of release, can feel the pressure of his body against mine, and whimper at the tug of his knot against the grip of my cunt as my body milks it for all that he’s got.

I swear it goes on for hours, but it’s really just seconds, with aftershocks continuing to roll through me with every grind of his pelvis against mine. When he finally pulls back just enough to look down into my face, the awe there makes my cheeks heat.

“That was…” He shakes his head then presses trembling lips against my forehead. “There are no words. You are so much more than I ever could’ve imagined.”

He nuzzles into my jaw, marking me with both his scent and beard—marks that will no doubt linger for hours. With an ease that makes my entire world tilt on its axis, he rolls us to our sides and tucks me tightly into his chest. One firm hand grips behind my knee, raising my leg to his hip.

I’m silent, the voices in my head a jumbled mess of confusion.

I feel it…every bit of what he described. I had no idea these sentiments could exist between two people. A level of safety and security and fucking belonging that is settling into my heart with each second he holds me close like I’m something to treasure.

“Even though I know I shouldn’t, and that I’m probably sealing my own fate—because your silence is speaking volumes—my instincts are demanding that I let you know I’m yours, baby doll. For as long as you want me.”

My heartbeat stutters. I’ve been treading water for years, praying that I never got dragged under their wake. Now here I am, drowning in this Alpha and everything he’s drawing to the surface.

I pull back, tracing the line of his beard as he stares at me with both acceptance and a hint of defeat. I can’t deny him, but I’m not quite brave enough to accept what he’s offering either. So I try to find some middle ground, hoping he truly understands me well enough to know just how big of a step this is for me.

“For now, cupcake. Can that be enough?”

One corner of his lips quirks up in a grin that makes him look so much younger than his thirty-eight years. “I’ll take every second you’re willing to give me, Elle, and pray that it’s long enough for you to realize that we’re worth forever.”

“It’s never been a question of you or your pack, Nix. You have to know that.”

“Either way, we’ll figure it out together, okay?

His eyes hold mine until I nod, then he tucks my head back into his chest, his coffee and whiskey scent mellowing out until I feel myself being lulled into a sense of peace in the midst of the chaos in my mind.