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As soon as I’d slipped back under the blankets, Liam’s hands had groped about and found my body, dragging me close against him again. I’d felt so content, lying there with my alpha.

Now, though, I could feel the difference between the middle of the night and morning.

Liam’s morning wood was digging into my ass so hard that I thought it might bruise. I shifted around a little, trying to slip out of bed again, but his arms tightened like steel bands and he ground his hips forward.

From the sleepy way he spoke, I would guess he was only just waking up and wasn’t really aware of what he was doing.

“Morning, Foxy. Feel good.”

I couldn’t tell whether that was a question or a statement.

It didn’t matter. He ground his hips forward again and rubbed his hard cock all the way down my crack. I tensed. I couldn’t help it.

“’Smatter?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

He gave a grunt of disbelief and ran his hands over my body. I was naked and he touched me as though I was a treasure to explore. His dick was slotted between my ass cheeks and he moved minutely, just to remind me it was there.

I wriggled again, intending to get out of bed and put some clothes on or something, but the movement only made me tease his cock more.

He groaned. His hands ran down my chest and stomach and straight down to my groin. His hand wrapped around my dick. My flaccid dick.

“You not into me any more, Waggoner?”

Oh God, I could feel the heat in my face as I answered.

“It’s not that. I’m very into you, Liam. As I think you could tell from last night.”

His fingers stroked gently across my dick and made me shiver with the sensation.

I cleared my throat, trying to carry on without showing how embarrassed I was.

“It’s just that I’m a man of a certain age and it’s been years since I woke up with morning wood.”

Why did it feel like a confession? It was perfectly normal! Only Liam’s virile young body behind me, with his hard cock pressed so close against me, made me feel very… inadequate.

To my surprise, Liam chuckled.

“Is that all, Foxy? You still want to do this? Be my omega, I mean?”

“Yes.”

His grip on my dick tightened suddenly enough to make me gasp.

“Good. That’s all that matters.” He began to stroke me in earnest, dragging his large palm along my sensitive flesh and waking up my libido.

“Ah, Liam, that’s—”

“What?”

“So good.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me, and I felt his lips nuzzle at my ear.

“I don’t mind if you don’t wake up hard, Foxy. In fact, I’m going to enjoy turning you on myself.”

With that, he rolled me onto my back and loomed over me, his broad shoulders blocking out the early morning sun. He looked sleep-rumpled and sexy, exactly the kind of sight everyone wanted to wake up to. I was struck by how lucky I was to see it, even once.

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