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He can move fast, but I can move faster.

I could bite his fingers…

He catches my expression.

“Try it,” he says with a smile that makes my stomach flip, “and see what happens.”

I hesitate, considering.

Is it worth biting him to see what he does? Or will it delay my Omega returning to my nest?

She is too far away. I need her to be touching me.

Rhett taps my lips again.

I swallow.

I want this.

Need. This.

But it wouldn’t be fun without a fight.

Rhett snatches his hand back just as I attempt to sink my teeth into it.

He laughs, delighted, as if I’ve just given him the answer he was waiting for.

My feral side rises to meet his challenge.

I open my jaws to bite him, faster this time. I want to taste his blood between my teeth, coating my tongue.

Only then do I notice what he is holding in his other hand…but too late.

A black, leather muzzle.

My eyes widen.

He wouldn’t.

He would.

It’s why I love him.

Before I can snap my teeth shut, Rhett slips the padded guard between them, stealing my bite.

I attempt to shake him off, but he holds on tightly. “There you are, sugar. Isn’t that better?”

His smile turns vicious.

It makes my stomach drop but in the best way like one predator acknowledging the apex in the room.

I make a furious sound deep in my throat.

Suddenly, I want to be both bound and controlled with a violence that shakes me.

I am panting, desperate to come.

My pheromones become stronger.