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It was my turn to shiver. Standing from the couch, I watched Dash tense. Instinct told him to get up, but he waited.

He was being surprisingly good, considering he was usually a huge brat.

Would it last?

I didn’t want it to. I wanted Dash to rile me up like he always did.

“In that case, Kiara and I are going to do plenty of things to you before you get your release.”

He popped up from the couch. That impulse was apparently too hard to ignore. He’d taken a few steps toward my bedroom when I grabbed him by the back of his shirt. He groaned.

“The more you rush, the longer you have to wait,” I said.

Instead of letting me go first like I’d wanted, he glanced back over his shoulder with a smirk. My grip on his shirt released when he ran forward, sprinting down the hallway and into the bedroom. I heard Kiara’s soft squeal as I followed much slower behind him.

When I got into the bedroom, Dash had his face buried between her legs. He was lapping up her slick, but spared me a glance and a grin as I closed the door.

“Get off the bed, Dash.” I injected as much command as I could into my words, putting the weight of my aura behind it. Not a bark in the typical sense, but stronger than simple words.

He groaned, his hips bucking against Kiara’s pillows, which were in a ring around the edge of the bed. My omega’s eyes were rolled back, her hand gripping Dash’s blonde hair. A little whimper left her as his tongue laved her clit.

I growled when he didn’t immediately listen, and his attention finally snapped to me. His grin faltered, dropping into the nervous pout again. “Off the bed,” I demanded again.

He had to extract himself from Kiara’s grasp, but he did as he was told. Dash slid down off the bed, landing on his knees in front of me. I almost purred at that sight.

“Alpha, why did you make him leave?” Kiara whimpered.

Her fingers had already taken over for his mouth, swirling around her clit. Slick drenched her thighs. She was so close to heat—we shouldn’t be doing this. This tension had built to a breaking point, though, and I wasn’t about to let Dash fuck her through her heat without being punished first. He’d stolen her first kiss and been the first one she’d bonded.

Both honours that should have been mine.

“He’s being punished, dove. Dash is just being a brat about it.”

“But I want him to knot me,” she said.

I strode over to my bedside table, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out a toy. It was a silicone cock in a vibrant shade of blue. Kind of matched her eyes, actually. At the base was a knot, same as the one a male alpha’s cock had.

I threw it to Dash, and he fumbled but caught it.

“He’ll use the toy on you.”

Dash stared at the toy, a low growl rumbling his chest as he pouted.

I glared at him, stalking over to grab his chin. His growl died, pupils dilating. “Unless you’d rather leave,” I said. “You’re lucky I’m letting you fuck her with anything, after the stunts you’ve pulled. What’s it going to be?”

He leaned into the tight grip I had on his sharp jawline, licking his lips.

“I told you that you could do anything to me. You just have to make me.”

His smirk was infuriating and sexy at the same time, and I grinned right back.

“I hope you know that making you is going to be fucking easy.”

FORTY-SEVEN

DASH

I was already in enough trouble.