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I circled slowly before glancing up at her furrowed brow.

“Call me Alpha tonight,” I murmured against her skin.

Her nails dug into my shoulders. She didn’t reject me.

I rewarded her—took the pert nipple into my mouth and sucked, felt her entire body respond to it. Her limbs shifted until she’d hooked them around mine, her thighs falling open, lowering herself so she could feel what would end her pain. What would satiate her the way no one else could. What had always been meant for her.

I shifted to her neglected nipple while her hips moved beneath me—desperate, searching, coating my entire length with her slick. Begging for relief without words.

I took her nipple between my teeth.

“Alpha,” she panted.

I released her.

“My bad girl,” I murmured.

The reverence in it was real. Every syllable of it.

I felt her tense beneath me as another cramp took hold—her body caught between pain and need, the two of them pulling in the same direction now.

When she whimpered I knew.

She was ready.

Chapter 44

Nika

This wasn’t foreplay.

It was torture.

He was torturing me with his tongue—deliberate, unhurried, with the focused precision of a man who had been patient for years and had apparently decided to make that everyone’s problem. Revenge for the cake. For the conference room. For every single thing we’d done.

I dug my heels into his flesh and rolled myself against him. The thick red bulge at his base pressed against me and every instinct I had said there. That was what would take the ache away. That was what I needed.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips moving upward.“Show me what you need.”

I stared at the ceiling.

“Do I need to draw you a diagram?” I groaned as the pain began to ease again.“Insert here.”

I was resisting the urge to shred his back. Barely.

His lips grazed my neck.

My throat.

My jaw.

I turned and dragged my tongue along his jawline—the prickle of his stubble against it sending a gush of slick trickling out of me. I gasped at the immediacy of it.

I wouldn’t beg.

I was bloody close.

Instead I took his face between my hands and found his lips.