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He pulls out swiftly, despite my silence, and it makes me realize, if he did knot me here and now…I wouldn’t have any regrets, which is the oddest level of acceptance I’ve ever experienced with an Alpha.
As though my body has accepted Sawyer is a puzzle piece that was meant to fit right in place.
I seek for his cock, doing my part to massage his knot, taking over what he must have expected he’d have to do on his own. He groans in relief into the nudge of my neck, kissing me gently while I massage his knot, squeezing and easing it until it finally deflates.
For a long moment neither of us moved.
His weight felt comforting, solid. Our scents mingled so thoroughly the whole room smelled like us—apricot roses and magnolia bourbon, sweet and spicy and satisfied.
Finally he lifted his head, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
“Turn onto your stomach for me.
I giggled, the order delivered so casually after everything.
“Bossy.”
“You like it.” He nipped my bottom lip. “Up you get.”
I rolled over, still catching my breath.
“Can you really keep fucking me all night? We have plans in the morning, Devereaux. Federal deadlines don’t wait for well-rested Omegas.”
He chuckled, hands smoothing down my back, appreciating every curve.
“If this is my only shot to enjoy every inch of you at every angle, then yes. I’ll pull an all-nighter if I have to. If it means fucking you right, Amber, I’m game.”
I beamed, twisting to catch his mouth in a slow kiss.
The affection in it felt almost dangerous—too easy, too right. When we broke apart I glanced at the nightstand clock.
“Then you better set that alarm clock because we’ll need it.”
I doubted we would get even a wink of sleep tonight.
The thought didn’t worry me nearly as much as it should have.
He reached over, fumbling for his phone on the nightstand, setting the alarm with quick taps.
“Done. Now where were we?”
I arched my back slightly, pressing into his hands as they roamed lower.
“You were promising multiple angles.”
“Correct.” His palms settled on my hips, guiding me up onto my knees. “Let’s start with this one.”
The night stretched ahead, full of whispered challenges and answering moans, scents tangling tighter with every shared breath.
For once, the morning and its complications felt wonderfully far away.
CHAPTER 21
Ten More Minutes
~AMBER~
My phone is buzzing from the far side of the room, insistent as a wasp trapped behind a curtain.
