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Crew leaned over the edge of the bed, planting his fists on the mattress. “Come downstairs and eat your breakfast, little one.”
I smirked. “Already done. Rhett tasted amazing.” I licked my lips before dragging my bottom lip through my teeth. My scent thickened around us.
Crew’s gaze turned blazing hot. “Hazel.” My name was a rough rumble falling from his mouth.
Kellan snickered under me, but my attention was all on Crew as I waited for him to finish.
Crew shifted his gaze to Kellan.
“Dammit, Crew,” Kellan muttered, sounding pissed. Even his cock seemed to deflate a bit. He tapped my hip before rolling off the edge of bed, a gush of fluid slipping from my cock and knot free pussy. “Let’s go, sugar.”
My jaw dropped open as I gaped at his retreating back. “Kell, we can’t let the terrorist win.”
“Terrorist?” Crew drawled.
“What else would you call denying an omega an orgasm?” I demanded as I sulked in the middle of the bed, aware that I was naked but not really caring.
“I went on a five mile run this morning, and I’m pretty sure your pussy got more of a workout than I did,” Crew commented, glancing at the very wet smear between my thighs. He held out a hand. “Come on, baby. Let’s get some food in you before Oakley gets here.”
I didn’t move.
He rolled his eyes and leaned in to kiss me. “What if I told you I’d make it up to you later?”
“Make it up to me now,” I countered.
He narrowed his eyes. “Calla’s also on her way over.”
I let out an excited whoop and scrambled off the bed, passing Kellan as he exited the bathroom.
“Her alphas she won’t listen to, but she’ll haul ass for her best friend,” Crew muttered.
“Girl power, bro. Even I understand that,” Kellan replied.
I was still giggling as I jumped into the shower.
Jude grinned at me from the other side of the island as I slid into the kitchen on fluffy- socked feet. “Breakfast’s on the table, babe.”
I came around to give him a slow kiss. “Thanks, Jude.”
His hands gripped my ass and gave it an appreciative squeeze. “Fuck, Haze. I’ll cook any damn time you want if it means I get kisses in gratitude.”
Laughing, I spun away and went to sit at the kitchen table, dropping into the spot between Crew and Rhett. Both reached for me automatically. Rhett’s hand lingered on my shoulder while Crew held the inside of my thigh.
The round, glass table was piled high with waffles, eggs, bacon, sausage, and biscuits with gravy.
I’d thrown the hoodie I’d stolen from Jude’s bedroom on my way downstairs over a pair of leggings and a t-shirt Calla had brought over. My wet hair was air drying in soft waves and it fell over my shoulder as I reached for the scrambled eggs.
“How are you feeling, dove?” Rhett asked, watching me closely as I loaded up my plate. When he seemed satisfied I was grabbing enough, he reached for the green protein drink in front of him.
Yuck.
“Better,” I replied, giving him a private smile.
Crew’s fingers tightened. “What was wrong?”
“Something’s wrong with Hazel?” Jude hovered by his empty seat between Kellan and Rhett, staring across the table at me.
I reached for my ice water and took a sip before answering. “It wasn’t a big deal.”
