None that would solve my problems and keep others safe. It would be a rape and I would never do that. And if my wife were to take a mate? If I married Viola in order to keep a facsimile of my secretary near, what would I do if Viola mated another? If I mated her twin? The thought of Viola near another alpha nearly had me returning to her and claiming her, ruining her on my knot, holding her close until someone discovered us and saw exactly how an alpha claimed an omega. Alpha-alpha pairs were barren more often than not. She could give me children, alpha children… Except not. Amongst the peerage, packs were acceptable when the parentage of the heirs could not be questioned. If I subjected myself to such a connection, would I then become my grandparents, who were married in name but mated to others? I’d not give up Hartwell. Health Insurance for Students in Australia: Detailed DiscussionĪnd yet the passionless marriage to the countess put me on edge. Could I take them both? I was hard from the fantasy of the twins in the duchess’ nest-easily the most erotic things I’d ever imagined. Worse still, it didn’t change my feelings for either of them. I owed Hartwell that much if I married her sister. But Viola deserved a mate of her choosing rather than a feral alpha.
Jealous to the point of challenging alphas if they dared look on my mate? I would not hate her as my father had hated my mother. Then where would I be? In a marriage with a mate and no guarantee I wouldn’t turn as jealous as my father had. Her scent so strong I knew that even though she wasn’t in her heat the mark would have taken. Unlike with the countess, I lacked the control to rut Viola and not mark her then and there. The way she had so gently bared her neck for me, and I’d been on the brink of mate-marking her there. But she had one quality I could not discount: Viola tempted me into taking her as my mate. In Viola were all my ideals and requirements in a wife-and ones I’d not realised I wanted. I could grasp control of myself with Hartwell. She was more than I could have hoped for. I looked up to the drawing room window and saw her looking up at the clouds.
How could I have left her when she smelt needy and ready for an alpha’s knot? It was cruel to her, and torture for me. The urge to return and give her what we both wanted… Except would she want me to fuck her mouth, quim, or ass? I wanted to give her my knot in all three. Then how she’d wanted to…How she had! My balls ached, and my cock hard again. Her eyes had looked so vulnerable but also near black with desire. I gasped,pulling in deep lungfuls of crisp winter air that was not saturated by Viola’s enthralling scent of violets and vanilla, the hypnotic way her violet-eyed stare cut through me.
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