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I let out a rumbling growl as I lunged forward, practically jumping onto my little mate, desperate to taste her, to breathe her in, to feel her. She smelled perfect before, but now her scent was potent in the air.

Prue’s skin was searing hot under my fingertips as I ran them over her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I’d never felt so in tune with my alpha and my wolf at the same time. My wolf was fierce, my alpha protective, and right now we were all feral for this omega laid out before us.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. Her skin was flushed a pretty pink and her eyes were tracking every move, begging silently for me to touch her. She was so damn needy for my knot and that did something to me.

I’d never felt like anyone would accept my beast that was forever forced to be a part of me, but she did. My perfect mate never shied away from me.

I wanted to give her everything she was pleading for but we needed consent.

“What do you need, mate? I need words.” All she could do was moan. The heat had already taken her. She fought through, her eyes cleared just enough that they locked onto mine.

“You,” she managed to say the words. “Everything.”

She already had everything from me. I was hers. Body, mind, soul, wolf, man, every contrasting piece of me. I’d known it from the first time I saw her. I just fell harder when her scent hit me and she turned that snarky mouth my way.

Anyone that could embrace their curse in the way she had, and worked their ass off to try to find a cure, was incredible. I admired her.

When I realized I wasn’t just defective, but cursed, I was livid. Angry at the world and too young to have a real sense of danger.

She had fought back, not just fought the world.

“Please, alpha. I need you,” she whimpered, her legs spreading further so I was hit with another burst of her heat-laced scent. There was no resisting her now.

I shifted over her, kissing her before moving down her neck. My tongue lapped at her skin, teasing and tasting my omega. She was salty and enticing, and I wanted more the moment I tasted her.

I licked and sucked and nipped at her flesh as I moved down lower to where she needed me. She may not have asked for my tongue, but she was going to get it.

I was going to devour this omega. Make sure she was nice and relaxed before I pushed my knot inside her. I wasn’t just a man, I was a wolf. My knot was intense and I knew if she wasn’t ready it could hurt her… something I’d never do.

Even with the beta relaxing her body, she’d need to be very slick and very desperate.

If I was a better man, I’d let my brother go first, but now that she was in my reach, I could never back away.

Before she could question it, I splayed my hands over her thighs, pressing her open for me before I slid my tongue through her slick. It was like molten sugar on my tongue, and I growled in approval. I never knew anyone could taste like this, could be this sexy and could make me burn like this. My cock was aching and I was losing my mind already and we were just getting started.

There would never be another omega for me. She was it.

Wolves mated for life and we’d both chosen this omega, just as much as fate had.

For one brief, startling moment, reality sank in. I had to warn her. She deserved to know what was coming.

“I won’t be able to be gentle for you, omega. This is going to be rough and my knot will make you feel like you’re splitting in two if you don’t relax for me,” I warned. She whimpered and fresh slick coated my tongue. Her hands gripped my hair, pulling tight enough to draw pain.

That move was answer enough. I should have known that Prue didn’t need me to be soft and gentle. She just needed me as I was.

She was made to take me.

Now that my mate had reassured me, I couldn’t resist her. I drove back in headfirst, licking and teasing her swollen pussy, following her cries and whimpers as she told me without words exactly what she needed. I was rock hard, my knot already swelling.

Her hands continued to hold me there against her pussy and I was happy to stay there, drinking her in and making her come over and over again.

She was so needy that it didn’t take her long to give me her first orgasm, her fingers tightening in my hair, slick flooding my tongue, her body clenching around my head as she shattered.

“Give me your knot, wolf,” she demanded. A hint of her usual sass was coming out loud and clear.

“Not a chance, omega. I want at least two more before I give you that,” I warned.

“Then let’s see it, alpha,” she taunted. It seemed she was teetering between lucid and the heat fog. She wasn’t quite as lost to it as we expected.