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He feeds her, he gives her gifts, he helps build her nest…

What is there to fight?

“Cole?” she asks softly, snuggling into his chest. The deep rumble of his purr calms her, and she’s almost asleep before he replies.

“Yes, baby?”

“My Heat is coming. Please stay.”

His scent fills the room, heady and delicious.

“Always.”

It’s the last thing she hears before she gives in to her Heat-induced fatigue.

CHAPTER 29

COLE

Please stay,she had said.

What could ever make him leave?

He’swaitedfor this.

His own Rut is imminent, the ever-present ache of his throbbing cock a reminder of how much he needs to knother.

He needs to be locked inside her, pumping his cum into Bree until she’s full of his seed.

Once he’s sure she’s asleep, he prepares.

It aches to leave her, even if it’s just to go downstairs and into the kitchen. Using the fresh groceries that he stocked her fridge with, he makes fruit and vegetable platters. Then, he works on a soup recipe she had saved in her phone.

Once all that is done, he returns upstairs to shower. He leaves his white button-up shirt on the bed with her, and in her sleep, she snuggles against it.

It’s adorable. Even her subconscious knows she needs him.

In the shower, he works his cock with his fist, his knot already half inflated. He grits his teeth, jerking himself off to a quick release, his cum staining the tile floor of the shower.

It takes the edge off, but his inner Alpha isn’t satiated.

He uses her towel to dry off, her sweet scent caressing his skin as he enters her bedroom. After putting on his pants, he takes his place in the desk chair, watching her sleep.

“Just like old times, baby,” he whispers to her. He can’t believe it was only days ago that he was here uninvited, staring at her lovely face as he spurted cum down his fist and dripped it into her mouth.

That beautiful mouth that moans his name and shares her deepest secrets with him. That mouth that kisses him so sweetly he doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve it.

He reaches to wipe the damp hair from her forehead and the pads of his fingers caress her cheek. She smiles in her sleep, and he can’t help but trace her soft lips. Letting out a soft moan, she parts them for him, and his two fingers slide just a bit deeper, touching the tip of her tongue.

In her sleep, Bree closes her mouth around them and sucks.

He groans and extends his fingers until they touch the back of her throat. Even in her sleep, his girl is feral for him.

She sucks his fingers like it’s his cock, her eyes closed as he slides his digits back and forth into her mouth. When her eyes finally flutter open, she moans and hollows out her cheeks.

Her scent fills the room, sweet and potent with her arousal.

“Keep sucking,” he commands, enraptured by the feel of her tongue on him. “Show me how much you can take.”