Slowly, reverently.
And when he’s finished, he forces my thighs together to keep his cum in.
I feel hazy. Drunk, almost. Even after I swallow Silas’s seed, and his cock slowly softens in my mouth, I keep sucking, desperate to keep him inside me.
I suckle on Silas’s cock, worshipping him, well past the point of sexual release. My jaw aches, my throat is raw, but the taste of him has become like oxygen. Grayson gently pulls my pants back on.
It’s probably time to go—we’re still pulled over on the side of the road where anyone could see us, and likely did—but when I make the slightest move to pull away, Silas’s fingers dig into my scalp.
Not a demand, but a request.
And my omega hums happily. Relieved.
I fall asleep like this, my head in Silas’s lap, curled up in the cab of the truck, suckling his cock, feeling my heart repair every time his hand caresses my head.
Grayson drives us home as I drift between consciousness and bliss. He parks at the cabin, but leaves us in the truck like that. When I finally wake from the haze, with Silas’s hot and heavy cock warming my mouth, fingers still tangled in my hair, I look up to find he’s fallen asleep, too.
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Chapter 21: Mona
Ilay in bed with my palms together under my head, on my side. And I watch her sleep. Her bangs are curly. Her cheeks are round. Even in her sleep, she smiles.
A man is behind her, one hand thrown over her hip, over the covers.
It took me less time to realize I was dreaming this time. Usually I’m disoriented, realizing I’m in a dream, and then trying to soak up everything I’m seeing. This time, I knew right away.
Her scent helps. Everyone else I’ve met, they have layers to it. Different notes complementing each other. Not everyone’s scent is appealing to me, but it will be appealing to someone. But this girl, she smells of nothing but strawberries.
It makes me smile.
The man behind her is a beta. The lamp beside the bed is on. Like they just finished making love and passed out from exhaustion, too tired to turn it off. I push up to see his face, but the dream is fading. I try to breathe him in but can’t catchanything except his designation. I think they are mates, but not fated. I hear a noise. The door opens. Another man enters, an alpha. He grins at the two in bed. Another mate. Still, not fated.
I try to fight against it, to keep watching, but the edges blur.
And then the room fades to black. I gasp and sit up. Silas is in bed beside me. Orion on my other side.
We went to bed last night after a riveting game of chess wherein Silas beat Grayson, whose demands for a rematch made us all grumble. He said he’d put on a pot of coffee. He was way too enthusiastic about beating his brother. Orion threw me over his shoulder and told my other mates to leave me out of their rivalry.
We made love and fell asleep, and I woke hours later—I could tell by the gray light outside the window—with Silas climbing into bed behind me.
“Where’s Grayson?” I yawned, half-asleep.
“He drank the coffee. So, he’s in the nest.”
“Huh?” His words made no sense. But Silas wrapped his arm around my waist, tucked his head into my neck, and promptly passed out, so I did the same.
It’s still dark out, that must have only been an hour ago. Gingerly, I pull back the covers and shimmy off the bed without waking Orion or Silas. When I step into the hallway, I’m shocked to see the door at the end swung wide open.
I quickly use the bathroom, but when I come out, I head toward the mysterious room. My omega is wide awake now. Even Beep is alert.
The room is dark, windowless, with only a sliver of light spilling in from the hallway behind me. With my shifter senses, I can see well enough, though.
Grayson lies sprawled across the enormous bed. He’s still fully clothed, wearing worn jeans and a threadbare black t-shirt, face buried in the mattress, one muscular arm dangling off theedge. His long dark hair has fallen out of its signature leather strap, and his deep, rumbling snores vibrate through the night air, and I hold in my giggle. He looks so cute like this.
Beep snorts and corrects me.Not cute. Sexy.
Okay,I agree, as my eyes rake over his hulking frame, my mind drifting to how powerful those hips are when they slam into me.Sexy. Very, very sexy.
