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ChapterThirty-Two
Lavender
My body was deliciously sore. How many times had I come that day alone? It was a new personal record for sure. I had played with myself many times during heats, but those orgasms paled in comparison to the things these men did to me.
Sharing… that was a new one for me, but I wouldn’t say a single bad thing about it. Having two alphas focused on me, playing my body in expert ways, resulted in the most intense orgasms. How the heck did omegas with packs get anything done? I had only sampled two of the pack members, and my legs were jelly, I was exhausted yet still unbelievably horny.
When Gage had knotted me, I was surprised I didn’t black out with the intensity of it. I only managed to stay awake for a few moments before dozing off.
It was several hours later I woke up, my limbs tangled with Theo’s in his bed. It was so comfortable, I didn’t want to move.
“Welcome back,” Theo chuckled, kissing the top of my head.
“No, sleep more,'' I grumbled, nuzzling my face into his bare chest.
“I’m happy to stay right here,” he soothed while running a hand lazily over my hair. “But, when did you last eat?”
My stomach chose that exact moment to gurgle loudly.
“I’m fine,” I said, clutching him tighter.
“Hmm, I think your stomach is voicing its protests, princess.”
“You’re hearing things.” I mumbled into his chest, which started moving with his laughter.
“How about we get some pasta? Or I could make waffles.”
“Waffles?” I asked, my head popping up to look at him hopefully.
He nodded sagely. “I do them super sweet, with ice cream, berries, brown sugar and even—”
Placing both my hands on his chest I gently shoved him away, scrambling up. “Waffles. Now. Please.”
Theo’s eyebrows rose. “Waffles are the way to your heart then?”
“Sugar is the way to my heart, and you just described something glorious. Chop chop, waffle boy.” I pointed toward the door as Theo extracted himself from the sheets laughing.
“You know I’m not the kidnapee here?”
“I’ll handcuff you to the bed, then you can be the kidnapee, but first, waffles!” I ordered, ignoring the way his eyes darkened at the mention of handcuffs.
“We’ll be revisiting the cuffs right after, princess,” he promised.
“Do you even have cuffs?” I asked, looking around the room for my leggings I’d discarded hours ago when he had first dragged me into the shower.
“Oh, I have handcuffs, and I’ll gladly let you use them on me.”
I stopped my search, straightening up to look at him.
“You’ll let me use them on you?” I asked.
“Oh, I’ll beg you to, princess,” he smirked, grabbing my leggings, handing them to me. “But first, waffles.”
Hopping into my leggings while he put a T-shirt on I pouted at the loss of his chest, it was a damn good pillow.
But waffles. I would behave for waffles.
“Have you got a hair tie?” I asked, suddenly feeling shy. For some reason, even though we had fucked several times in the last two days, I felt nervous asking him for a hair tie? I knew he had them because I had seen his chin length blonde hair thrown into a bun on occasion.
