Page 54 of X-Clan The Origin

She pulled back a little. “No one is going to let an Omega be a doctor.”

I snorted. “There are plenty of Alphas who wouldn’t bat an eye at that chosen profession.” My gaze narrowed. “Alphas like Kieran, right?” He was a V-Clan wolf with mystical abilities for healing. Surely he’d picked up on her penchant for suppressants—something I hadn’t even considered until right now.

And her reddening cheeks told me I was on the right track.

I pulled back even more. “Has he knotted you?” Because that might prove problematic. “Have you used him to help you through a heat cycle?”

She frowned at me. “I told you that I’ve never been knotted. And I also haven’t gone through estrus in over a decade.”

Right. Yeah, she’d mentioned that. But the notion of her being with Kieran short-circuited my ability to process thought. “Do you want him to knot you?”

Her frown deepened. “No. Of course not.”

“Are you sure?”

“I was just about to tell you to claim me, idiot. Yeah, I’m fucking sure.” Her nostrils flared. “But now I’m not sure again because obviously you—”

I pressed my lips to hers, silencing whatever insult she’d been about to say.

Because she’d voiced the words I’d wanted to hear.“I was just about to tell you to claim me.”Theidiotpart didn’t matter.

Nothing else did.

Because Riley had just said she wanted me.

That was all I needed to know.

She mumbled something against my lips, but that mumble turned to a groan as I slid my tongue into her mouth.

Her slender arms wrapped around me, her breasts pressing into my chest.

And then she gave me everything I desired.

Her tongue was soft and explorative, learning my tastes and mimicking my movements with each stroke. She was bold. Adventurous.Perfect.

I squeezed the back of her neck to demonstrate my appreciation of her acquiescence.

Then I pressed my opposite palm to her rump and urged her to come even closer.

She didn’t falter, her slick cunt kissing my cock in warm welcome.

I purred in approval and deepened our kiss, wanting to devour her and claim her with my mouth alone.

How many months had I dreamed of doing this to her? How many months had I milked my own knot at thoughts of this beautiful woman accepting me in her bed for even just a night?

But now I wouldn’t just have a night with her.

I’d have her for life.

Starting with this estrus and leading into an eternity of calling hermine.

She moved against me, eager to do more than kiss.

However, I’d spent too many months fantasizing about that mouth of hers to move on from the task yet. I nipped her lower lip, lightly reprimanding her for trying to top from the bottom, and mastered her with my tongue.

Each stroke resembled a letter, spelling out the words,You are mine. Over and over and over again.

She melted into me, submitting entirely to my wolf and reveling in my growing purr.