Chapter Twenty Three

Jake

Kev growls in response, making her shudder so violently, she almost collapses against him.

I chuckle. “You have so much to learn, little one,” I whisper, kneeling on the bed behind her and bending to kiss her shoulder. “Alphas have

mating calls. It’s one of the reasons I know we’ll never desire another you’ll always respond to our call. Just as you’re doing now.”

“She’s weeping all over my cock,” Kev says, clear contentment in his voice. “Her body is more than ready.”

“It is,” I agree. “Take him inside you, little one. No teasing this time or he’ll growl again.”

She visibly shudders, her hesitation suggesting she’s debating if she wants to test my statement. An Alpha’s growl is an aphrodisiac to an Omega’s senses, making it something she’ll crave almost as much as our purr.

But never as much as our knots.

Which she seems to realize because she grabs him again, this time angling him upward and slowly sliding herself down.

Kev’s patient and doesn’t push her, aware that while her bo