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Why is it so damn hard to think of her as my Omega?

I’m as obsessed as Angel is with Paige, and as smitten as Luca, and it’s going to break our hearts when we must remain professional and leave her after this heat.

For now, however, I can’t think about that because I need all my self-control to focus on not bonding her.

My teeth ache to sink into her long neck.

To claim her for the Cole pack.

To live forever in her sweet blackberry scent.

Possessive desire sears through me.

I shake the hair out of my eyes.

The vision of Paige clutching a phone in her hand, while her bonds shattered to her first pack, and collapsing alone in her heat hits me.

She isn’t alone now.

She has me.

And I must dominate her…we all must…powerfully enough to get her through this first heat.

She won’t die this week.

I will rut Paige strongly enough to not allow her to fear, think, or even remember her own damn name.

For once, I will stop the world for her, until nothing exists but my knot.

If I can’t keep her, then I can give her this.

Tenderness and desire wage war inside me, before winding around each other like ivy up an oak to combine.

I rake my nails down Paige’s arms, pressing into her smooth skin hard enough to watch her pupils dilate.

Then I lower my lips to her throat, taking a shuddering breath, before I suck bruises down to her collarbone over her scarred bond bite.

Paige thrashes with ecstasy but can’t escape.

I lick around her pendant, and our gazes catch.

I want to bite.

Christ, yeah.

I roll my hips, clenching my ass, just to feel my cock stretching her pussy.

My knot is deeper inside her than I have ever been inside anyone.

I have never been so intimately connected as I am to this Omega.

I raise my mouth from her neck.

“Mine.” I savage her lower lip, sucking at the beading blood. Damn it, I want to fucking devour her. “My Omega.”

Paige whines her agreement, before biting my lip back.

I chuckle darkly. “You still want to play, darlin’?”