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I cry out, the sound echoing in my own ears, and the pressure between my thighs increases. My pussy stretches further than it’s ever stretched before, making me whimper, and something like a knot slips into place, locking inside.

My head is spinning, from the orgasm and the heat, but I manage to lift my head and look down. Skylar is grinning up at me, her hand buried wrist-deep inside me, and it suddenly hits me what’s happened.

That’s not a knot.

It’s her fist.

At the realization, my channel squeezes around her, refusing to let go, and she rests her head against my thigh.

“It’s not a knot, but I hope this’ll do,” she says, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh.

I nod breathlessly, relieved that the pain has temporarily subsided. My body is sated, and I can finally relax, if only for a little while. I have no idea how long this heat will last, especially now that my designation has shifted. It could be hours or it could be days.

She scoots to lay her head on my stomach, her fist still locked into place, and I reach down to run my fingers through her hair. I adore the feeling of having her close.

With a sleepy smile, I close my eyes. “It’s better than a knot.”

We stay that way for a while, Skylar peppering gentle kisses across my skin and muttering sweet nothings. When she finally slips her hand out of me, she sidles up next to me and tucks me against her chest as I begin to drift off to sleep. Then she presses her lips against my shoulder, my cheeks, my head, like she can’t keep her lips off my heated skin.

“Rest, my sweet omega,” she purrs in my ear. “I’ll be here when you need me.”

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

SKYLAR

A cry rips me out of my sleep, and my eyes fly open.

I hadn’t meant to doze off, but being curled up with Riann as she softly snored beside me made it impossible to stay awake. The comfort of being with my mate, coupled with her intoxicating marshmallow scent, allowed me to finally relax and rest.

That was a mistake.

As my senses snap into focus, I prop myself up on my elbow and look her over frantically. Her hands are pressed against her middle, and she’s squirming uncomfortably.

“Preciosa,” I whisper, reaching to cup her face. Her skin is blazing, burning against my fingers, and my stomach plummets. Her eyes are glazed over, which tells me she's in the full throes of heat.

“I need you, alpha.” Her voice comes out on a whine that wraps around my heart and squeezes like a vice. “Please, I was trying to let you sleep, but?—”

I cut her off by pressing my mouth to hers, and my hand immediately dives between her slick-coated thighs. I sink three fingers into her without hesitation, driving them slow and deep before breaking our kiss.

“I don’t need to sleep. I don’t need to do anything but take care of you, sweet omega.” I curl my fingers inside her until she moans.

Her climax takes her hard and fast, and she cries out with her release, her nails biting into my shoulders. I slip my fist back into place inside her, happy to do whatever she needs to sate the ache of her heat, and she settles. However, this time, instead of curling up and going back to sleep, I have a different plan.

She’s a sweaty, sticky, slick-coated mess. And even though I love the way she reeks of marshmallows, I know she’ll feel much better after a shower.

When her pussy relaxes enough for me to slip my hand out of her, I crawl over her body and leap off the bed, landing softly on the floor. She whines, reaching for me.

“Nooooo. Where are you going?” she asks, the broken warble in her voice making my chest ache. “You said you wouldn’t leave me.”

“I’ll never leave you,” I assure her, bending to scoop her up off the damp bed. She nuzzles into my chest, one of her hands snaking up to hook behind my neck. “But I think a shower will make you feel better; it might help with the fever.”

“I don’t want a shower,” she groans against my chest. “I-I want my nest.”

“I know, and we’ll be back in your nest in a few minutes, I promise.” I carry her across the room to the bathroom in the corner, relieved to find it tiny and fully stocked.

“Are you going to shower with me?”

“Of course.” I chuckle, shoving the shower curtain aside and reaching to turn on the water with her still gripped tightly against me. “I’m a sweaty mess. I probably stink.”