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Riser scoots closer, and I fight the urge to growl and snarl for him to back off. It’s completely uncalled for. Instincts are strange, though, and our bond is still fresh. The impulse to keep her all to myself should lessen over time.

Hopefully.

Riser pulls up her shirt in front, scooting down and focusing on her tits.

Lumen gives up trying to be quiet as she clamps down on my length. “Holy fucking shit.”

“Be my dirty girl and milk my cock. I want you to soak up every drop of my cum,” I growl as my vision gets hazy. “Come hard for me, sweetheart. Goddamn, work your hips just like that.”

My knot drags along her inner walls as I rut into her as much as I can with us locked together.

It’s so intense that I give in to the urge to come inside her.

The beautiful thing about alphas and omegas is there’s no refractory period.

Omega pheromones can keep alphas hard for days.

Pleasure builds at the base of my spine, my balls tightening. I don’t let up on her clit, and her entire body shakes. She’s overwhelmed, based on what I’m getting through the bond, but she’s also enjoying life.

“Just wait,” I growl against her ear. “Once I fill you up, I’m going to have Ry climb down and lick your clit. You want that, sweetheart? You wanna come around my knot while he sucks on your pussy?”

She gushes as my shaft jerks inside her, spilling hot jets of cum all over her inner walls. The fog slams into me hard, and it’s the last coherent thought that I have for hours.

Chapter Fifty

Malcolm

Luckily, I’m not easily embarrassed. Some of the shit that’s spilled from my lips over the last few hours is unhinged. An equal amount is downright questionable, but I better understand what it means to be lost to the fog.

Kincaid gets us a suite at the main resort, and Lumen is not enthusiastic about the move. She ends up wrapped around my chest as I make the walk up to the main building. It was a battle to get her into leggings and one of K’s T-shirts, but she smells like straight-up sex.

It’s hot.

My dick presses against my sweats, which is inappropriate considering our location. There’s not much I can do when her naughty little tongue slides down my throat.

Riser runs past me with his arms loaded down with bags. He pushes the button to call the elevator as a female voice cries my name from behind me.

I turn on instinct, frowning when I spot the woman’s phone held out toward us. Bringing a hand up, I push Lumen’s face farther into my throat. Hopefully my hair will help give her some coverage.

Another woman, who’s on the younger side, joins the first, pulling out her phone.

“We’ve got fans with phones,” I tell Lumen. “Stay tucked in, and I’ll give you some coverage.”

“Oh my god, Malcolm?” one of the women squeaks. “Can we get your autograph?”

“Is that Riser?”

“Who’s the woman you’re holding?”

The Ruined Records security team keeps them from coming within ten feet of us, but they can’t take people’s phones for snapping pictures or recording us.

It’s hard.

The fans are why we’re able to do the job we do, but sometimes it gets overwhelming. Everyone deserves a break from time to time. I also understand this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience for them. They’ve probably never run into a celebrity before.

“Sorry, ladies,” I tell them, winking over my shoulder. “I can’t do autographs or pictures at the moment. My girlfriend is under the weather, and we might be contagious.”

Lumen snorts.