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Which served as a motivator to continue my path downward because I needed to ensure she was ready to receive my cock.

Omegas were built to take their Alpha’s knot. But that didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt. Since Riley had never been knotted before, I needed to ensure she would enjoy mine.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” I whispered as I reached the soft red curls between her thighs. “And you smell amazing.”

I was going to drown myself in her slick.

Cover myself from head to toe and revel in the scent of her need. Ensure everyone in this goddamn world knew she’d claimed me as hers.

“Remember what I said about punishment?” I asked as I settled myself between her splayed thighs.

She lifted her head to look down at me. “You said no punishment.”

“No, I said I wanted to make you experience every single one I had to offer,” I corrected. “How about we start with seeing how long I can make you come?”

CHAPTERTWELVE

RILEY

Somewhere in North Carolina

My bodyburned.

And Jonas’s words… his touch… hismouth… “Fuck.”

“Yes. After I make you come,” he said, his lips right against my clit. “Ready, Riley?”

I had no idea what he truly planned to do to me, but I wasn’t about to say no. “Yes.”

“Good girl,” he praised, his breath stroking my intimate folds and sending a shiver down my spine. “Hold on to the headboard for me, sweetheart. I’m not ready for your wolf to claw me yet.”

I wanted to say something witty in response, issue some sort of clever retort, but words no longer existed in my brain. All I could think was his name on repeat.

He was destroying me in the best way.

And he hadn’t even truly started yet.

“Hurry,” I whispered. “I want to remember this.”

Because once the heat overwhelmed me, I’d forget. I’d be lost to the rut. Lost tohim.

Hell, I already was lost to him. I’d agreed to let him claim me. It was a risk. A huge fucking risk.

But it felt right.

And my wolf… my wolf wanted—

My back bowed off the bed as his mouth sealed around my clit, his tongue doing something that had me seeing stars. “Oh my…fuck.” I couldn’t articulate what I wanted to say. Couldn’t remember what I’d been thinking about.

All that mattered was his mouth.

His hands.

Histongue.

I barely noticed his fingers inside me, not even aware of when he’d slid them into me. But when he curled them upward like he’d done in the tub, I felt every inch.

He had to have at least two fingers inside me. Maybe three.