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Up close, his scent was overwhelming. The electric metallic scent that filled my senses made my head spin. It was undeniably alpha, and my body reacted to it as such. My core clenched, pussy going slick from the combination of his hands on me and his scent.

I was probably pumping out all kinds of pheromones.

Everything in me was tight, spring-loaded, like I would burst at any second.

“Alpha.” The whine escaped my chest involuntarily. My hands tangled in his shirt, pulling him nearer.

His lips found mine, and the sound that escaped me was downright pathetic. All I wanted was him. There were far too many clothes between his skin and mine. The kiss was rough, demanding, and insistent. Marshall wasn’t the kind of alpha to kiss softly; no, he controlled the situation, his hand fisting in the hair at the nape of my neck, keeping me firmly in place. His calloused fingers left goose bumps in their wake.

I wasn’t complaining. My body melted into him, trying to get as close as possible.

Without thinking, my legs moved, and one second, I was sitting across his lap, facing him, drowning in his taste, and the next, I was straddling him. The moment we made contact, I could feel his length straining behind his pants. My brain short-circuited. Anything that I’d been meaning to say or do was gone. All I could think about was the sudden realization that that was what I’d been so restless for.

My eyes closed involuntarily as I ground down on his length. I adored the feeling of Marshall against me. He was certainly a large man, and I wanted to feel it.

He growled again, and the sound was everything. I was already slick.

“Do you need relief, Summer?” Marshall pushed my hair off my shoulder, his face hovering over my neck as he breathed deeply, his lips trailing a path that had me squirming in his grip.

“I…yes.” I sounded so breathy and desperate. What had gotten into me? I truly didn’t know, but I didn’t really care. I was willing to admit to myself that I wanted him.

Badly.

I circled my hips, sinking down onto his lap all the more so that his erection could press into me. It felt so damn good. My scent flared—even I could tell—and the little space around us filled with the fragrant smell of sweet tea in the sunshine.

Marshall’s pupils were dilated, nostrils flared. The veins in his forearms protruded, and he closed his eyes, taking in a deep lungful of my scent.

“I can give you what you want,” he said in that rough, powerful voice that made me quiver.

“Please,” I begged. “Please make me feel good, alpha.”

I didn’t recognize myself. All logical thought had escaped me, only to be replaced by one desire—him. His touch, his taste, his scent. I needed it all.

One hand stayed tangled in my hair, but the other trailed between my legs, to where I desperately needed them most.

“Fucking hell,” Marshall moaned, his eyes sliding closed as his fingers brushed my folds. “You’re soaking my fingers already, and I’ve hardly touched you. Is this all for me?”

“All you,” I agreed, nodding frantically.

Marshall chuckled. “I guess I better reward you, then.”

Before I could question his words, two fingers plunged into me, and a cry escaped me. Marshall’s fingers were thick, calloused, and fucking magical.

My alpha wasted no time, his thumb resting against my clit as he pumped his fingers in and out.

“So responsive,” Marshall muttered, watching my face intently, checking my every reaction and adjusting his strokes accordingly.

He played me like a professional. In what must have been record time, my core clenched and my body started to tremble with my impending release.

“I’m close,” I whined. “More!”

“Come, omega, soak my fingers. I want my pretty little mate’s scent all over my skin.”

His words were the final push that drove me over the edge. As I detonated in his arms, he pressed his lips against mine, swallowing the sounds I was making.

My body convulsed in his grip, my head going fuzzy with the intensity of it all. “Fuck…” I whimpered, sagging in his grip.

Marshall slowed his fingers, making sure to wring every last aftershock out of my body, all while muttering sweetly to me.