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“I love you, Jack,” I said. His fingers faltered as he unbuttoned his pants, eyes wide in awe.

“What?” he asked like he didn’t hear me. I laughed and sat up, reaching for him until he was close enough then kissing him with everything I had. When I pulled back he was breathless.

“I said, I love you, beta,” I teased. “Let me bite you?” My fingers trailed over his bare neck, pausing where his shoulder and neck met. He shivered as my nail teased over the sensitive flesh. “I want everyone who sees you to know you belong to me.”

“Autumn,” he said cautiously. “I’m not an alpha, neither are you.”

“I know,” I laughed. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t claim my beta if I want to. So, can I?”

“Yes,” he agreed, ”but only if you wait until I’m buried inside of you.” I groaned at the husky quality of his voice and the fingers now teasing over my skin. “How fitting we do it here, in our spot.”

It really had become our spot. Dinners cooked together, teaching me how to make pies, where we had our best heart to hearts.

“Sold,” I said. “Now get naked, beta.”

He smirked at my orders and took his time sliding his jeans off of his hips, even bending over so I had a shot of his ass as he pushed them off and kicked them aside along with his boxers.

I let out a startled yelp as he launched himself on the island. The moment I laid back he straddled my hips and leaned down to kiss me again.

“I’ll never get bored of how good you taste,” he hummed against my lips before trailing soft kisses and bites down my neck and to my breasts. My body felt like it was on fire for him as he explored with his mouth and hands, rolling my nipples between his fingers and grinding his hips into mine.

“We have pies baking, no taking your time,” I warned him desperately. Was I using it as an excuse to get him inside of me? Absolutely.

“You want me that bad, omega?” he teased as his hand finally reached my hip, sliding over my thighs and between my legs. My breath hitched as he teased me but didn’t give me more.

“Yes,” I breathed out. “Please, Jack.”

“Then get on top, Autumn,” he said roughly. “I want to watch you take what’s yours.”

There was no hesitation as I let him flip our position and climbed on top. Using my hand I guided him to my entrance before sinking down on him in one move.

We’d had our sweet moments, but this was not that. It was me showing him how much I wanted him. No. Needed him.

My hands braced on his chest as I started to move, grinding over his hips as our eyes met. It felt so much more intimate but I couldn’t look away. He made me feel so sexy, powerful, as he watched me with every ounce of lust and adoration he could manage.

My legs shook and my pussy clenched around him. But I wasn’t ready to come yet, I wanted to come together.

“Come, pumpkin,” he urged.

“No,” I refused. “Together.” My breath was ragged, my voice a desperate plea as he gripped my hips and took over. He fucked into me, taking over, still watching me as he used me to bring himself to the same precipice I was teetering on.

“Now,” he ground out, the muscles on his body tensed as he fought against his own release. This time he gave me no choice, grinding my clit down on him until I was practically sobbing with relief.

“Yes, Autumn,” he praised as my pussy clenched around him, forcing him to come with me.

Taking that opportunity I leaned and bit down hard on his shoulder. He gasped, hands bruisingly gripping me as he came hard. Hearing him lose his control nearly had me coming again.

Before I pulled away completely I licked over the imprint I’d left behind, satisfied that it was deep enough to leave a mark.

“Fuck, I never expected to like pain during sex but that was amazing,” he breathed out. I laughed softly as I stared down at my work, tracing it with my finger now.

“My mark looks good on you beta,” I teased before pulling off of him. I climbed down and headed for the bathroom to clean up real quick, wanting to be in his arms.

When I got back, clothed again, he was sanitizing the counter with just his jeans hanging low on his hips. I wrapped my arms around him and rested my cheek on his back for a moment. He let me as he finished then tossed his rag aside and turned.

“Autumn.” His voice was so serious that I looked up at him. “I love you, too.”

I smiled at that. “Really?”


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