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her one, two, three times, bliss overcomes us both. Her chin juts upward, a low, keening moan so sexy my knot aches with how quickly it inflates in response.

No amount of explanation could have prepared me for these moments. She’s too real, too raw and yet too feminine for belief.

Dropping down to my elbows, I frame her head with my hands again, needing to hold her close.

The constricting grip of her insides milk me, my need to give my Omega everything an Alpha can basking in satisfaction.

Sensing negativity trying to creep in as her orgasm recedes, I purr and stroke her hair, uncaring of the mess coating the strands. She relaxes, allowing me to pet her as she accommodates my thick knot.

The creases around her eyes deepen, her panting lips pulling down in discomfort.

My elbows slide in the slipperiness surrounding us.

I realize she’s been lying on the hard floor the entire time I’ve been cramming my dick in her.

What a fucking ass I am.

I tuck one forearm under her shoulder until it supports her neck and spine before I flip us over.

Her gasp of surprise forces another glorious jet of cum to burst from me. It adds to the delightful weight of her body settling over mine.

I could stay this way forever, even with the solid floor digging into my spine.

After a moment, her startled eyes relax and she lets out a slow exhale, kissing my chin before resting her cheek on my pectoral.

She drifts into sleep.

I let her, the joy of our union buffering us from the world, and pride fills my chest as I realize she trusts me enough to sleep on me—to turn off her mind while we’re locked together.

Keeping one hand woven in her soft hair, I trace her curves with my fingertips. Lascivious thoughts keep my knot fully inflated.

Even though we’re as joined as two people can be, I long to sink deeper into her and do more naughty things to her.

I’ll be the Alpha to teach her the sins of flesh.

My mouth salivates at the thought as my heart soars in excitement.

Eventually I realize more than a few minutes have passed. I plant my hands in her hair, willing my overeager knot to deflate.

Instead, my lifemate jerks atop me, rearing up so blown pupils meet mine. Her flushed cheeks turn a darker shade, the luscious globes of her breasts calling for my hands. Dusky rose nipples turn red, swelling as another wave of heat erupts from her core.

Locked in her tight sheathe, all I can do is grab her hips and try to stop her grinding.

A feistiness I thought I’d have to tease from her takes over, her blown pupils dilating farther until manic need shines from them.

Gritting my teeth, I gasp and clamp my fingers tighter around her hips.

She snarls and rotates her hips, tugging on my sensitive flesh. Encased in her, brilliant flashes change my world to kaleidoscopic shapes and blinding colors as her movements force more cum from me.

Little whines break her snarling into odd music, demanding my attention.

Sensing her desperation, I let go of her hip and mash my thumb against her engorged clit.

Starting from her core and spreading outward until it seizes her extremities, her orgasm takes over, clamping my cock so hard it steals my breath.

My fuzzy eyesight brings me the vision of her face locked in terrible pleasure. Her mouth seems frozen open, no air passing through them as she screams without sound.

She’s fucking gorgeous.

As quickly as it came, the flash of need leaves her. She drops to my chest, heaving as tears leak from her eyes.

Worried, I grab her chin and turn her face so I can see her expression.

Reaching into our link, I search for the culprit of her tears.

Her cocoon protects our lost ones.

My will holds her questions at bay.

These are tears of exhilaration and exhaustion.

“When will it end?”

Her soft whisper pierces my euphoric bubble.

I sense her distress in our connection. I’ve never witnessed an Omega in heat and haven’t spoken with my teammates about their experiences.

Not that I’d expect them to speak freely about it. The need to protect Anastasia saturates my every thought.

I can’t imagine sharing such intimate moments with anyone else.

Except maybe we should have.

Something feels off.

A niggling thought hangs just out of reach, but my deflating knot steals my attention.

A waterfall gushes from between us, my reflexes slower than normal. I flip her over, being careful of her injured shoulder, and feed her our essences.

Damn, her pink lips look too delicious to stay away from.

Pouring another scoop between her teeth, I cover her pussy with my mouth and suck up some of the thick liquid. I crawl up her body and urge her to kiss me.

Sharing my prize with her, she delights me with a throaty purr.

A few more trips and we’ve consumed most of it.

Aware of how much the last wave drained her, I stop despite wanting to lap her clean.

It hurts to pull away from her, but once I’ve gotten my legs under me, I cradle her to my chest and stand to my full height.

She doesn’t squeak or flail at the unexpected movement. Instead she clings to my shoulder and trembles in exhaustion.

The mental and emotional roller coaster of the last few hours take their toll. As limp as a sleeping child, she lets me carry her to the hygiene bay. Catching a glimpse in the mirror, I can’t help but marvel at our differences.

Where I have muscles, she has curves. Where I have sandy brown hair, she has a rich amber with grey. The lighter color highlights the lines of stress her face carries, but even those hold beauty.

She’s stronger than anyone should have to be.

Setting the shower to the gentlest rinse cycle, I nuzzle her head with my cheek, hoping her next surge will wait until after she builds a nest.

It doesn’t.

Chapter Twenty-One

Anastasia

Excruciating heat fills my body, a sudden fire erupting along every nerve ending.

It’s as though my body has