Normally, as a tattoo artist, I rolled my eyes when people said that. But it wasn’t always easy, and the idea of my girl and pain made my gut twist in a way I hated. “Well, if you decide you want to, I happen to know some world-class tattoo artists.”

“Oh really? Where? I don’t see any.”

I moved my hand and smacked her ass. She yelped, but she was smiling. This felt comfortable and easy. Anyone who’d looked at this woman and thought she should be something different was out of their mind.

Her lips called to me, and I spoke in between kissing the ever-loving fuck out of her. “Rapid fire. My favorite color is blue, though I’ve become very partial to a shade of brown resembling a certain Omega’s eyes. Italian is my favorite food, and I’d rather lift weights all day than go running. I do traditional art in my spare time. I can kick anyone’s ass at pool, no matter what they tell you. And my Alpha knew you were mine the second it scented you.”

Her small gasp tugged at my heart.

She finally found her words. “I’m glad you weren’t a cupcake.”

A laugh burst out of me, and she collapsed into giggles. By the time we were done, my knot had loosened and we were sprawled next to each other. “I’m glad you taste like a cupcake, though. I will suck a dick all day if it tastes like a cupcake.”

After the fantasy I spun for her, the image of her between my legs, looking up at me as I came to the sound of her moaning had my dick entirely hard once more. “I’m going to keep that in mind.” Grabbing her around the waist, I rolled her over and pushed into her from behind. “But for now, I’m not done being inside you.”

Esme let out a breathy moan that sent all my remaining blood south. I gently bit her shoulder, fantasizing about the day I could break the skin and feel everything she was feeling, too.

“Alpha.” The single word was filled with need.

“Hold on, Omega. I’m about to fuck you breathless.” Wrapping myself around her so all she could feel was me and my cock, I did.

Chapter 28

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

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ESME

The photo was everywhere.

I waited for the dread to hit me, followed by the shame, but it didn’t come. My only wish was that it had been a consensual photo, because it was hot. My dress was mussed, strap scandalously off my shoulder. Ben’s hand in my hair, his hand on my ass pulling my leg around his hip, and us kissing each other like we needed the other’s lips to breathe.