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“Move,” I gasped when I felt like I was about to be consumed by an inferno.

Zander complied. “God, Nick. You're too much,” he said on an exhale as he started to thrust into me.

My thoughts scattered. A moment ago, I had felt on fire. Now I was drowning in sensation. In endorphins. In the feeling of absolute connection blossoming in my chest.

Nothing else existed.

Nothing else mattered.

My fingers twisted in the bed sheets. Zander's moans rang in my ears. My toes curled as he picked up the pace. His thrusts were strong, powerful, but not rough or brutal. Even as his fingers dug into my hips for something to hold onto, I could still feel that what he'd said was true.

He loved me.

And I loved him.

And maybe that was what made this experience different from all the other times I'd tried to have sex. I wasn't sure. All I knew was that I never wanted it to stop.

Not ever.

But then Zander started angling for my sweet spot and I couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry, I came without anyone even touching my cock.

Another first for me.

The sensation was so strong I nearly passed out. I was just conscious enough to feel Zander follow shortly after me, his hot seed hitting my insides.

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Zander

As soon asI was spent, I collapsed on top of Nick, breathing hard. It took a few moments before my brain got enough oxygen that I could think clearly again. I'd confessed my feelings to Nick. And then he'd kissed me. And then we had somehow...

It had all happened so fast, like something compelled us to act the way we did—or like we'd both been waiting too long. Could that be true?

I looked down at Nick's face, but he seemed barely awake. I couldn't blame him for that; I was drained too. Exhaustion wasn't the only thing I felt, though. No, there wassatisfactionas well. For the first time in my life, I felt truly satisfied. Rolling on my side, I pulled Nick close to me. His hair was slightly damp and the scent that came off it was so sweet I wanted to bury my nose in it.

How could he still have that effect on me even after we'd just had sex?

I knew the answer, though.

It was because he was Nick.MyNick. No other reason required.

In my arms, he turned until he could burrow his face in my chest. “That was nice,” he mumbled.

I had to laugh. Nice? Nice didn't even come close to describing it.

But what if it hadn't been as good for him?

I stared at Nick. “Do I need to try harder next time?” After the words left my mouth, I stopped. There was going to be a next time, wasn't there? Suddenly, I couldn't be sure. Nick lived in LA, after all. When was I going to see him again? All this time I'd been telling myself that it wasn't important whether or not Nick returned my feelings, but I could see now how wrong I was. After this, the thought of losing him again made everything in me turn cold.

But how could I stop him from leaving? I couldn't. It was his decision to make.

“You don't need to try harder,” Nick muttered, and it took me a second to remember what I'd asked. “That was perfect.” He relaxed, but I couldn't.

All my life I’d heard alphas talk about claiming their omegas, but this one? This omega had claimedme, and I couldn’t do anything but hold on to him and wonder what I'd do if perfect wasn't enough.

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The next morning, I woke up to the sound of raised voices coming from somewhere within the house. Nick was still sleeping, his head a warm weight on my shoulder. He was drooling too. I snorted. Somehow, he was adorable even when he was drooling on me.