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The pressure feels good, but some broken circuit stops me from going omega wild.
When my stomach swoops, it’s not from Dutch’s lust.
Not from his want, searing so intensely I can’t swallow.
Not from the sexy woodsmoke note in his scent that would one-hit kill his actual mate.
I’m hypnotized by what Dutch doesn’t do.
He doesn’t lunge, doesn’t take.
He doesn’t have to prove he’s a big, bad alpha.
Dutch’s unbothered confidence lets him casually give away the iron control I battle to keep with clenched teeth and palm-cutting nails.
He yields.
Not just to me, but to Bish, letting the other alpha tilt his chin.
Purring like a satisfied lion as he lets himself be dominated, Dutch gives us the control we crave.
Bishop freaking preens when he takes charge. With a cocky, clit-flicking smile, Bish drags our alpha to my mouth. “Then show her how a real kiss tastes.”
Dutch’s lips meet mine, pancake plush.
I’m expecting gentle.
The golden retriever puppy.
But as soon as I taste his mapled breath, Dutch takes me like a full-grown bear.
No soft, cinnamon roll kiss.
No teasing.
No exploration.
Dutch claims my mouth, planting a flag on my tonsils. Bruising my hips. Working his jaw. He drinks my spirit—and feeds me himself in return.
Tangled in alpha, I lose the sky. All thought. Everything disappears but Dutch’s heat and hands and deep-stroking tongue.
One carbon-fiber thread of willpower keeps my nightmare pheromones from ruining the kiss.
I let everything else go.
It tastes real.
“Too rough.” Bish stops Dutch’s syrup with a yank.
Says who? I like rough.
“Allow me to demonstrate.” Bish’s wicked smile sears away my will to argue. His purr is smoother than Dutch’s ragged rumble. More liquid than gravel. When he brushes knuckles down my arm, he may as well be dragging a vibe across my clit.
His kiss is smoother than Dutch’s too.
Stroking. Lingering.
But his claim?
