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They told me the first day that they would take care of me. But I had no idea how deeply they meant it. Every single action they’d taken had been for me. Making sure I was okay. Giving me pleasure. Drawing me out of my own head. And they did it all while thinking I might not want them.
It was too much.
I sobbed and reached for him.
“Not the reaction I was expecting,” he laughed quietly.
“It’s good. It’s just so much. I don’t even know what to do. I barely remember how to do this. I just—” I shuddered, desperation rattling to my core.
Joel took my face in his hands. “Do you trust us? That we’ll help you? You can have as much power as you want, little Omega, but if you want to let go, you can. We’ve got you.”
The last bit of tension slid from my spine. “I trust you.”
“Good.” Joel’s blue gaze went darker than I thought possible. “Because shower or not, I can still smell myself on you, and I need to knot your pussy as much as I need to breathe.”
He lifted the sweatshirt, and I helped him toss it away. The shorts were gone too. I wasn’t sleepy this time, and something told me I was going to like regular sex with Joel just as much as the other kind.
Neither of us had any more patience.
Joel shoved my legs apart, lifted my hips, and slammed home, swallowing my cry with a ravenous kiss that lit me on fire. Whatever I’d been holding back was gone. I might as well have been in the middle of a volcano the way I felt now, like I was incandescent and glowing. Molten metal. Everything I touched would burn. And I would burn too. Every place where he touched me and kissed me was a bright, starry explosion, and Joel wasn’t holding back.
Orgasms were easier when I was in heat, but they still weren’teasy. Still, I wanted it. I needed the bright light my body chased with every driving stroke. But they were here in this too. I pulled Joel’s face to mine. “I might not be fast enough for you. It’s okay.”
His growl shot straight to my clit, and the scraping of his teeth beneath my jaw made me crave the bite it promised. “You’re mine, Isolde. You’re my fucking Omega. I don’t give a single shit if pleasure doesn’t come easily to you. It’s your heat, and a privilege to help you get there. No matter how long it takes.”
Above both of us, I saw Hawk. The view straight up his body was delightfully obscene in the way the dim light highlighted his muscles and tattoos. His pierced cock. “And remember what I told you, baby girl. We’re still learning you. We’re going to have a lot of practice knowing exactly how to get you there.”
Joel stole my mouth, shifting his hips, and suddenly he was hitting that same spot he had yesterday. That one move sent my body into overdrive. I moaned into his mouth. “How do you do that?”
He chuckled. “We’re experimenting. So let’s try this.”
It was the opposite of soft, slow comfort. Joel fucked me hard and fast, plunging directly into the spot that made my vision sparkle. Heat built under my skin, and the normal resistance I had disappeared. They weremine.
Bright light flashed behind my eyes, pleasure cracking through me like I was a glow stick and Joel was the one to break me. He groaned in my ear, knot swelling and locking us together.
Nothing had ever felt as good as his knot, knowing he wasn’t doing this as a favor or because there was money between us. It was because he belonged to me and hewantedto.
Joel rested his forehead against mine, our breath mingling. “I’m sorry what happened last night is what pushed you here, butfuck, I’m so glad it did, Isolde. Not being able to tell you was torture.”
“It doesn’t feel real,” I admitted.
“It’s very real. Hell, I was the one who broke the plan. We weren’t supposed to tell you our real names, and then I scented you and I couldn’t bear to do anything else. You were mine. I wasn’t going to pretend to be someone else.”
He rocked his hips, making me gasp, the heat pulling those tendrils of pleasure and amplifying them. Reminding me that I needed more. I felt like there was a gnawing hole in my chest and they were the only ones who could fill it.
I was insatiable.
“What were you going to tell me your name was?”
“Andrew.”
A choked laugh came out of me. “You’re not an Andrew.”
“No?” One eyebrow raised. “I think I could be a good Andrew.”
“Never.”
“What if I told you it’s my middle name?” I gasped, and he laughed before kissing me long and slow. “I’m kidding. But you’re fun to tease.”
