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“I appreciate the concern. This situation is different. Trust me.”

“Okay.”

“You don’t sound very convinced.”

Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. “That’s because I’m not.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Lizzie

I’m on fire from the inside out.

Burning hot.

I whine, feeling so empty. There’s an alpha beside me, his eyes closed and limbs relaxed in sleep, a sunbeam glowing bright across the smooth brown skin of his chest.

Matiu. He looks so peaceful, but the need inside me is a roiling, desperate thing, and I don’t have the strength to resist it for more than a few moments.

I reach out, tracing a line down the side of his face, smiling softly when he opens his eyes, fighting my omega for control of this quiet moment. Full lucidity comes in small doses during the first few days of heat, and I cling to it with all my might. I want to remember this, not the intense sexual hunger, but the look in Matiu’s brown eyes, and the way he turns his head just slightly to kiss my palm. I want to remember this joy, this sense of safety and trust.

“Do you want food?”

I close my eyes, my “No,” a breathy sigh. “You know what I need.”

“Hydration.”

A straw is pressed to my lips before I can even protest, and I grumble through sips of coconut water until I summon the strength to push the bottle away and roll towards him instead. His peppery, earthy scent is so thick in the air that I can taste it on my tongue. It fills my lungs, my head, every crevice of my being.

Mine. I run my nose down the column of his throat, his pulse thrumming under my tongue, and it’s so tempting to bite. He would be mine forever, then. My hand splays over his chest, slides over his abdominals, down, down, until I wrap my fingers around his cock. He grunts, rolling on top of me, a knee nudging my legs wide.

“Yes,” I sigh as he fills me.

I need it. I need the glide of his thick cock within me, the solid thump of each thrust, the promise of his knot each time it kisses my flesh.

I need more.

I need it all.

I'm on my hands and knees with my ass high in the air and a dick in my mouth, and I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.

I moan around my alpha's cock, my head bobbing up and down. He’s in control, his hand gripping a fistful of my hair tight.

I love it.

My other alpha slaps my ass and I squeak, the sound turning into a moan as he feeds his cock into my cunt. I lose track of time, floating in that pleasant omega heatspace where nothing matters but the way in which all my holes get filled.

“You gonna come on my knot, babe?”

My answer is a moaned, incoherent noise, but it’s definitely a yes. Yes, I’m going to come. I love coming. I love being knotted. I love sucking cock. I love, I love, I love.

“I’m gonna come down your throat,” the alpha in front of me declares, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “And you're going to swallow me all down, alright, sweet?”

Yes.

I love it.

I love it.