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“Get me your laundry too.” I shove the basket toward him. “Thank you.”

A silent laugh snuffles. “You’re adorable when you’re nesting.”

A few minutes, and one pile of dirty laundry later, I’m finally ready. “Done.”

Alden drops the linen, and lowers his voice into a sultry purr. “Can I come into your nest, omega?”

My belly swoops. He didn’t need to ask. The invitation was implied when he started making it. But there’s something about this dominant alpha politely asking to enter before he fucks me that fills my body with heat.

“Yes, alpha.” I curl my finger toward my chest.

He sucks in a soft inhale. “Fuck. I love when you call me that.”

I’m struck by the difference between Alden and Tyler’s responses.

All thoughts of Tyler disappear as he climbs onto the bed and crawls toward me with a hungry look that makes me feel like prey. A strong cramp gathers like a rising wave. My omega instincts take over. I scoot down in bed and shift onto my hands and knees, then present with my ass in the air.

A foil packet rips.

Alden curls over me, warm chest against my back, kissing my neck, murmuring, “Such a good omega, making this beautiful nest, presenting for his alpha.”

All my worries and insecurities are gone as he grinds against me, sliding his cock up and down my crack, gathering slick. His cock nudges at my hole, and I push backward, inviting him in.

“I can’t wait to make you mine,” he says, then pushes into me without stopping, filling me deeply.

Finally, the pain inside me subsides. It feels so good, so intense, that I can do nothing more than collapse against the mattress and let him take me.

“Oh my god,” he moans against my neck, then changes the angle so he penetrates me even deeper. “You feel like you were made for me.” He slides back in, pegging me at just the right angle, shooting sparks of bliss across my body.

He doesn’t fuck me the way he takes care of me. He’s not gentle. He’s feral. There’s no hesitation, no fretting about my welfare. Not because he doesn’t care, but because he believes in me and knows I can take it, and because he knows the quickest way to erase my pain is to fuck me until he knots me.

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock, so warm and wet.” He inhales deeply, and moans on another thrust. “Mm. And you smell like heaven, so ready for me to breed you.”

“Oh, fuck.” I told him breeding was a kink of mine.

“Mm. You’re close already, aren’t you? I feel your sweet hole contracting, drawing me in. Such a perfect omega.”

He hooks his arm in front of my chest, and rears back, pulling me up against him, impaling me on his cock. “Go ahead, omega, come on my cock and I’ll give you my knot.”

I erupt, spilling cum against the sheets, shuddering through wave after wave of pleasure that somehow rivals all the pain I suffered today combined, body clenching and releasing around his cock as he continues fucking his way inside. My eyes roll back. Sunspots glitter in the darkness. His scent strengthens until it feels like he’s my air.

And just when I think the orgasm will end, his knot swells wider still, each thrust of his cock catching his knot on my rim on the way out and in until he can’t pull back again, until he’s locked inside me.

He kisses my neck and whispers praise into my ear as he rolls us carefully onto our sides. Reality starts to fade away. I should stay up and tell him thank you or something because that was the best sex of my life, but I’m so tired, and I’m finally full.

Alden kisses the back of my neck. “Sleep, little gosling. I’ve got you.”

Gosling?

13 ALDEN

The doorbell chimes once. It chimes another three times while I ease away from Elliott. At least my poor omega is so exhausted he’s dead to the world.

Whoever’s at the door holds the button for so long it makes an ominous buzzing noise and stops. Then someone hammers the door with their fist. Bang. Bang. Bang.

“What is this, a raid?” I mutter, snagging a pair of boxer briefs from the drawer I packed with spare clothes. I swipe a pillow from the couch because there’s no hiding this erection beneath thin fabric, then yank the door open, catching my visitor mid-knock.

“Where’s Elliott?” asks my now intruder as he marches inside. “The omega.” He scans me from head to foot, eyes narrowing on my pillow.