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Their breaths filled the silence, bodies still moving in sync but in a much calmer rhythm as they caught their breath.

“Nic?” Wendy said after a long moment.

“So…” Nic began

“I guess you’re into that—”

“Is that a thing—”

They stopped speaking, rolling their heads to face each other, matching pinked cheeks.

“Yeah, you could consider me…” Nic cleared his throat. “Into it,” he mumbled a little quieter. They’d both gotten off by talking about the alphas.

Wendy chuckled, lifted a hand to cover her flaming cheeks. “I’d consider it a thing. That is… if you’re okay with it?”

He blinked. “Well, duh.”

Her chuckle filled the silence for only a moment before their quiet breathing took its place.

“Nic?” she whispered.

“Hmm?” Nic asked, squeezing his arms around her.

“Were you aware you have a praise kink?”

He stiffened. “I do not.”

“You do too!”

Nic refused to believe it, and hid his flaming cheeks in her neck. “Are you ready for a shower?” He asked, attempting to redirect.

“You literally came when I told you to be good for me,” she continued, but reached behind and tapped his hip.

He scoffed and gently reached a hand between them to deflate the knot so he could pull out. “Yeah, after you’d been milking the knot on me for like twenty minutes.”

Wendy rolled over, propped her head on her hand, and arched a brow at him. “First of all, I need a shower before I get your cum all over Tate’s sheets. Second of all,” she captured Nic’s gaze, and for some reason he couldn’t look away. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re the goodest boy around. And I like that about you.”

He felt his cheeks flush. There was that stupid word again. “You just like that word a lot,” he commented and stood, walking around the bed to Wendy’s side.

Her stare seemed a little too knowing. “And I’m not the only one,” she pressed, voice suddenly nothing but sinful sweetness. “You’re such a good boy.”

Heat speared straight to his gut, and the color in his cheeks grew hotter, spread down into his chest.

“Stop it, you’re gonna get me hard again,” he muttered, lifting her into his arms.

Chapter 18

NIC

Nic didn’t know if it was because of the new environment or if it was how quiet everything was, but he lay awake late into the night.

He was used to the city, the distant hum of traffic a comfortable background noise. The soft hum of his unit as it turned on and off throughout the night.

Here there was… nothing.

Bugs, he guessed. The wind. But they weren’t enough to help him sleep. If the sweet omega beside him couldn’t lull him to sleep, what would?

Sliding from the bed, careful not to disturb Wendy, he pulled on his sweats and a shirt before barefooting it from the room. The floor only creaked a little as he made his way to the stairs, but something much louder caught his attention. He froze with a hand on the rail to the stairs and glanced back over his shoulder, past Wendy’s door to…