Chapter 67

Lake POV

But I couldn’t. Years of training, of learning to be silent no matter what was being done to my body, couldn’t be undone in one morning. So I kept my sounds trapped behind clenched teeth, even as sensation flooded through me.

He found another sensitive spot, right where my neck met my shoulder, and sucked hard enough to leave a mark.

The slight pain mixed with pleasure in a way that had me seeing stars, my hips jerking up involuntarily.

“Fuck,” Ramon breathed, his own control clearly fraying. “Lake, you feel so good. You smell so good.”

His hands were everywhere—sliding under my borrowed shirt, tracing the lines of my ribs, ghosting over scars both old and new. When his fingers found one of my nipples and circled it teasingly, I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped.

“That’s it,” Ramon encouraged, his voice gone rough and deep. “Let me hear you, omega.”

Omega. The word should have made me flinch, reminded me of vulnerability an