Since it’s right there, I suck on it, making my husband curse. It triggers his orgasm, and his hips slam forward sharply as he fills Vero up with his release. As soon as he pulls out, I’m eating his cum out of her pussy, and Ciro growls as he watches.
“Fuck, if that’s not a gorgeous view,” he says.
Dario groans as Pablo mutters, “My turn,” twisting his body to bite him.
It’s a perfect mix of chaos and orgasms. I can feel my body beginning to feel loopy, and Nico pulls Vero off of me. Ciro kisses me as my husband greedily kisses my alpha, his tongue searching for every drop and Pablo’s cum. When he comes up for air, I notice there’s cum still on his chin as Ciro sucks on my pulse, and I whimper as his teeth graze against it.
“Bite me, beautiful,” he rasps, offering me his throat.
Lifting my head, I do just that, and the connection is enough to make him come with a shudder. The only person I haven’t bonded with yet is Dario, and I have a feeling it’s just a matter of time before that happens.
“You’re so perfect,” Ciro mutters, showering me with kisses. “Sleep. I’ll keep my knot inside you, Little Queen. We’re almost through, and you’re doing so well.”
Snuggling against him as he rolls onto his back, I find a spot to lay my head on his chest and fall asleep quickly.
Chapter Thirty-Five
ROSALIA
I’m tryingto enjoy a quick morning snack when a text comes through. My phone has been dead up until now because I haven’t thought of charging it.
Now, it merrily vibrates on the countertop while I glance at it distractedly. Who could possibly need me?
Lyle
Do you have any plans today?
It’s been two days since Pablo and my first heat ended, and my pack and I have been lounging around as we recover from it. There’s no one to rush to see, we’re ordering furniture for the house, and we’re enjoying our time together.
My brow furrows in confusion because that’s not how Lyle usually sounds. He’d just ask me to swing by. What’s going on?
Me
No. I don’t. Is everything alright?
“Who’s texting you, Rosa?” Dario asks, leaning over me to see as I sit in the kitchen. We had bar stools delivered last night, and they’re both comfortable and beautiful.
Things are slowly coming together, and I’m enjoying the experience of making a home with my pack.
“Lyle wants to see me,” I say slowly. “He just sounds odd.”
“Could it have something to do with loose ends after the charity event?” Nico asks.
My pack drifts into the kitchen where I’ve been eating a snack. We have some living room furniture that’s supposed to be arriving soon, along with mattresses, curtains and fans for the house. We’re making this our home, which means changing out and adding some things.
It’s not a sprint, but a marathon. It’s a big house and I know it’ll take time. My eyes drift to the pantry, my lips curving up as I think about how Nico has thought of everything. I don’t believe a safe room would have been on my list of necessities, but he proved he’s got it all under control when he showed it to me yesterday.
“Maybe,” I admit, taking the last bite of my avocado toast. “I’ll walk over and see what he needs. It's not far.”
We’re all dressed for the day since we’re expecting delivery people today. There’s no reason for me not to pop over.
“Take your gun,” Nico grunts. “Verona, why don’t you walk with her?”
“I’m an adult, and everyone who wants to hurt me is dead,” I laugh, shaking my head. “I can handle walking down the street.”
“With a gun,” Vero grunts in agreement with Nico. “I’ll go get the holster too.”
I sigh as she leaves the kitchen, even though they’re both right. I shouldn’t leave the house without my weapon.
