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She feels it, too.
She's practically begging to be marked.
And I'm so fucking close to giving in.
"Kai," she pants, her voice breathless. "Please...you feel it, too."
"I can't," I whisper, closing my eyes and letting my lips brush against her throat. "I shouldn't, Emma. I shouldn't be doing this."
"Please," she whispers, her fingers digging into my hip and shoulder as she reaches back to brace herself.
I'm so fucking close to giving in.
I gasp and moan, my hips rocking, my knot swelling, and my orgasm building. She feels fucking incredible, the pleasure is overwhelming...and then I feel her pussy start to contract around my knot
And everything but my orgasm flies right out the window.
I rock my hips against her as I come, and she screams loudly, a low, moaning cry. I use her and she uses me, her hands on me, mine on her, my knot never letting her go.
I'm knotting my omega.
I'm fucking knotting my mate.
Holy shit.
I've never felt anything like it.
My cock pulses, my knot throbbing inside her, and I groan loudly. The pleasure rolls over me, a wave of ecstasy that doesn't even stop as the last of my cum spurts out of my cock. It's the best sex in the fucking world...it's like every other orgasm I've ever had, but ten times better.
Emma's pussy clenches around me, milking me, pulling every last drop out of me. I can feel my cock pulsing inside her, my knot throbbing, and I groan as she falls limp against the bed.
My knot is still swollen, trapped inside her, and I spoon her from behind and kiss her throat right over her pulse, where a synthetic claiming mark taunts me. Even with the mark, her scent is fucking incredible...and god, I want her.
I want her to be mine.
"Sorry," she whispers as she comes down. "I don't know what I was thinking."
But we both know exactly what that all meant.
We have a connection.
We're stuck in this cabin meant to be used for breeding.
And I'm going to fuck her until she forgets her own name.
Chapter eleven
Callum
Idon'ttrustthisguy, but he just saved all three of us...and judging from the zip tie still attached to his ankle, he was just as much their prisoner as Emma.
"Who the hell are you?" I growl, staying at the foot of the stairs so I can stop him if he tries to grab Emma. "How did you get here?"
He keeps his hands raised, not moving a muscle. "My name is Porter Flint," he says. "I'm an Enclave agent sent here to protect Emma Worthington...and to find out what she knows about her father."
"She doesn't know anything," I say. "She just came into the money and--"
"You understand that she's the heir to a hell of a lot of blood money, right?" he says, smirking like I'm a fucking idiot.
