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Chapter Twenty-Eight

P osie goes lax beneath me, her breathing slowing and her sweet cotton candy mellowing as she falls asleep.

I know I should rest with her, but I’m wired as hell, barely able to believe that this just happened. The love of my life is locked on my knot. And sex, well, it’s… holy fuck… just…

Careful not to hurt her, I bring Posie’s leg over my hip and slowly twist until we’re on our sides. My girl’s nose wrinkles for a moment but quickly smooths out when I pull a fluffy blanket around us to keep her warm.

Posie’s long hair is mussed, her lips swollen and red from our passion. She’s never looked more beautiful, more mine, and I don’t want to miss an instant by falling asleep. Even as the endorphins try to lull me away, I fight back—needing to plot, to plan, to keep her with me forever.

Is it too early to bring her to the house? To show her the nest I built for her?

Brushing my hand over her hair, I allow my fingers to continue downward, skimming along her throat until I trace a pattern on the place where my bond mark will soon sit. I’m not sure how long it will be before she goes into heat, but all I know is once she does, she’ll be mine forever.

Intrusive thoughts make my head pound—images of someone else finding her in heat, her parents forbidding our relationship, losing her—I know it’s going to be even harder to let her out of my sight now that we’ve been together like this. My hips pump involuntarily, making my cock kick deep inside her and keeping my knot swollen.

At this rate, we’ll stay locked together till morning.

A dark thrill rushes through me. Sleeping inside her, having her warm my cock all through the night. I’d never realized that was a kink of mine before, but lying here, I can’t imagine resting without being inside her molten heat.

Buzzing jolts me from my musings, and I glance over as one of our phones shimmies on the table. Posie makes a little noise, and my adrenaline spikes, not wanting anything to ruin this perfect moment. I lean over her to grab and silence it, but it’s just a little too far.

Shit . What to do ?

I don’t want the phone to wake her, but my knot is still very much inflated and locked in her perfect cunt. Lowering my hand, I press her belly to keep her hips close to mine, making sure my knot won’t tug at her perfect cunt. Then, with painful slowness, I nudge us a few inches closer to the table, scooting along the sheets as the vibrations begin again.

Whoever’s interrupting this has made my fucking list.

Stretching, the muscles in my back protest, but I keep going, pushing through until my fingertips just barely graze the smooth metal. I’m careful to keep my hips still as I use my fingernail to drag it closer.

Almost…

Almost…

Got it.

Sighing in relief, I lay back down, using my thumb to open the screen. It’s Posie’s phone, and as soon as it lights up with a picture of her and her friends on the home screen, I can’t help but smile. Those girls are frustratingly protective at times, but there’s no doubting their loyalty. Another message comes through, and I see it’s from Owen, but the words are hidden.

However, I don’t need to read it to know exactly what it’s going to say—he wants to know where my girl is. The time on the screen lets me know that it’s way past her curfew, and I’m filled with indecision.

My inner Alpha wants to call him and claim her—tell her family that curfews and keeping tabs on Posie are a thing of the past. Yet, another part of me wants to do this right. To call her dad, declare my intentions, and ask for his permission to court her .

I know that gesture would mean a lot to the Moore men. And despite it being an archaic custom, I need them to know that this is serious for me. That Posie isn’t some girl—she’s the girl. My omega, my universe.

The phone buzzes again, and Posie mutters something intelligible in her sleep, shifting away from me and causing a painful tug around my knot. I hiss and move with her, bringing the phone to her face to grant myself access.

It pops open, and my eyes bug out at all the red notification tags. The email one is in the thousands, and it makes my eye twitch, but I do my best to refocus.

Let Owen know you’re fine and not coming home tonight.

If she wants me to take her home when she wakes up, I will. I’d do anything at her request, but I don’t need Owen trying to hunt her down. Especially not before I talk to Willie.

Poking at the message app, I click on his name and leave the rest alone, even though the urge to clear them all is strong enough to set my teeth on edge.

Owen

We’re downstairs. Wake up.

Are you not going to come down and say hello? Don’t be mad that I sent Miller.

Niko’s here. I know he’s your favorite, so now you need to come and say hi.

Where the fuck are you? I just checked and you’re not in your room.

It’s past curfew. Don’t make me call our parents.

The latest one was only a few minutes earlier, and my blood whooshes in my ears. Unsure what she would want me to do, I take a long shot and answer.

Posie

I’m safe. Don’t worry. Sleeping at a friend's. Will see you soon.

While it’s obviously not true, it’s got enough information to stop Owen from ruining his parents’ vacation. And all the important parts are there. I’ll protect the sleeping omega with my life. She’s safely snuggled in my arms, so there’s really nothing to worry anyone over.

He replies with a thumbs-up emoji, and I’m a bit surprised that there wasn’t more pushback, but then again, his pack is dealing with a world of shit. Poor Niko.

That dealt with, I turn the phone off and relax against her, closing my eyes and creating a mental list of all the ways I’m going to court Posie. The fun things we’ll do, the happy moments we’ll have until she’s even half as obsessed with me as I am with her.

Just me.

The only Alpha who will ever get a taste of my Puff.