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I go still.
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hm.” She sounds casual but her eyes aren’t. “She said there are some nice young men parked on her street. In a gray Suburban. Every day for the past two weeks. She brought them lemonade.”
I stay quiet.
“She said they were very polite. A big guy named Marcus, said he asked about her hydrangeas.” Her voice is getting sharp. “She asked if I knew anything about those men.”
I keep staring.
“And you know what I said, Declan? I said I don’t know, Mama. Because I didn’t fucking know.”
Still holding her gaze, “You want to know why?”
“Boy, I know why.” She sits up. Straddling me, naked, my bite on her shoulder, hair everywhere, hands on her hips. Fucking furious. My dick fucking loves it. “I’m not mad you did it. I’d have asked you to do it! I’m mad I found out from my mother!”
“Sweetheart, I didn’t want you scared.”
“I was already scared! You’re the one who told me to be careful!” She pokes a finger in my chest. “We don’t lie, Dec. You didn’t. Fine. But here’s a new rule. You don’t ask me. I get it. That’s not who you are and I’m not about to sit here and pretend you’re gonna check with me before you do what you do.” She leans until we’re fucking nose to nose. “But you tell me, baby. Before. Not after. Not let me hear shit from my mother or anyone else. You look me in the eye and you tell me what you do, and then I decide how I feel about it. You tell me, Alpha.”
Strong. Ours.
I hold her eyes, lips twitching. “You hear it from me first.”
She blinks.
“…That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“You’re not gonna argue?”
“You’re right.” I put my hands on her thighs. Slide them up. She’s so fucking soft. Warm. “Now come here.”
“Declan, I’m not done…”
“You’re done.” I flip her. She squeaks. I get her on her hands and knees, ass in the air, and my palm comes down on it hard enough to leave a sting on her soft, brown skin.
“Declan!”
“That’s for giving me shit instead of just asking calmly.” I slap her other cheek. She gasps. Her back arches. Fuck, I can smell her get wet. “And that’s for calling me by my full goddamn name in that voice like you’re my goddamn mother.”
She fucking moans.
I slide my fingers through her hair, pull her head back and put my mouth on my bite. “You’re mine.”
She moans breathily, “Yours.”
“And who fucking owns me?”
“I… I do…”
“That’s right, Omega.” I push into her. One long, thick, slow slide, and she moans so loud they must hear it in the yard.
“Yes, God, yes, Alpha…”
I take her hard. Hand on the back of her neck, her face in the sheets. My other hand spread over her soft belly, pulling her back on every thrust. So fucking wet. So tight. With her big, round hips in my hands, her full ass bouncing for me, her fists clenched in the sheets. Fucking begging, harder, please, baby, don’t stop…
