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“Crawling or staggering up those stairs…” I twist my hips side to side to ease my strained muscles. “Decisions, decisions.”

Suddenly, there is a ding sound from my phone.

I wet my dry lips.

Only one of the Alphas has been sending me voice notes — Rhett, my scent match.

All these years, seeing Rhett at a distance, I got the character of the upstanding, esteemed Fire Chief wrong.

I bet everyone has.

Who would have known that Rhett was truly the King of Dirty Talk?

I also have a major apology to offer Dr. Lawson over the hard time I gave her about the clinic’s forms. Rhett has clearly used my negotiated consent forms, which include kinks, soft and hard limits, and fantasies, to switch on my Omega instincts.

The first evening, I lay in bed panting and frustratingly turned on.

Last night, however, I touched myself under Rhett’s direction for the first time in a year.

I listened to his rumbling voice in my ear, imagining that he was in bed with me, as he guided me through touching myself.

Not being able to talk back…not needing to…but being able to stop the message and take a break when I was overwhelmed…gave me the control that I needed.

I’m going to take good care of you tonight. Just follow my lead. Spread your legs for me, darlin’. Yeah, just like that. Now, show me where you want my hands when I am in your nest. Touch your beautiful body. Guide me to your favorite spots. Focus on my voice and your touch. Nothing else exists right now…

I found myself weeping, as I rediscovered my body, slow and reverent.

I had the power.

When I came, it was like being resurrected.

All day, I haven’t been able to get Rhett’s deep voice out of my head.

Rhett is a busy man. Yet he’s taking the time to record these voice notes for me.

He must have studied my files in detail.

I don’t know how I feel about a temporary Alpha taking that level of care over me, in the same way that Angel already shows it in his efforts to make me eat and sleep when I should.

I hope that this new voice note isn’t too long, however, because I don’t have the energy to touch myself tonight. And I am definitely not doing anything until I have scrubbed myself in the shower.

I can’t resist, however, tapping on the play button beside the waveform.

Immediately, Rhett’s dominant voice fills the room.

“Hey, darlin’. I’ve been thinking about you all day. Tonight, no touching yourself. You did so well yesterday that it’ll be sweeter tomorrow if you spend some time imagining.”

He reckons that he’s being mean, delaying my orgasm to make it more intense tomorrow.

Well, I’ve fooled him. I am too exhausted to come if I tried.

Cleaning beats the dom.

Rhett’s tone still does wicked things to me, as he continues, “Maybe tomorrow I will keep you on the edge for hours. Would you like that, darlin’? Maybe I will make you edge for me over and over. I’d love watching you struggle to obey. Would you beg? Plead for mercy? Show your Alpha how much you need this?” I whine. Damn, it was dangerous to hand over so many of my fantasies, but I am happy that I did. My pussy becomes wet, and I clench my thighs together. The Alpha’s voice drops to a low growl. “When I finally let you come, your scream of pleasure will make it worth the wait for both of us.”

I whine.

Rhett’s voice fills my head, even when he stops speaking.