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“Papaya pussy,” Dutch mumbles into the seam of my pajamas.
“Easy.” Jin lifts me from danger before Dutch starts compressions between my thighs. But Reese won’t release my hand, and Bishop nips to keep his grip.
I shiver as Jin helps me sit. “How do you feel?”
Yesterday was a shitshow.
My whole life has been a shitshow.
Between injection side-effects, waiting for the dawn PT alarm, and always having to act for whoever’s watching and waiting to punish me for another mistake, I didn’t think it was possible to sleep that deep.
After a night with Meadows Pack, I’m brand new.
I don’t recognize the Sol who purrs like a vixen in Jin’s arms. “Really fucking good.”
“Solly.” Dutch burrows under my shirts.
I tense, always expecting that killer squeeze.
The only squeeze is the one between my thighs, when Dutch’s rough tongue laps my belly button.
I crush his shoulders as the licks spread, slicking my quavering belly.
Reese heaves Dutch away before he can dig in for the winter. While Bish straightens my shirt, Jin offers a reassuring purr. “You want more proof this is real?”
Of course I fucking want more.
I’d beg for it.
But without the bear-cub alpha breathing life into my labia, I remember how reality works outside this nest.
The guys saw my scars, but that doesn’t mean I start flaunting my damage. The idea of their teeth near my throat tucks my chin all the way to my pelvis.
I can contort my boundaries to steal kisses, but I can’t pretend they don’t exist. “I’m not ready for more touch.”
Dutch groans, face-down in the rumpled sheets. “Can we touch ourselves? It’s a medical emergency. My dick’s purple.”
“As if it’s your turn to come.” Bish rakes my fingers with his teeth, his breath sizzling through my veins.
“Like I can’t smell you, dick-ocrites?” Dutch squints from my thighs. “You’re just as hard for her.”
“Hypocrites?” Bish purrs.
“I said what I said.” Dutch kneels, popping his ass and clasping his hands in a puppy-dog plea. “Please, Solly? Just let me taste your cunt. One lick. Then I’ll use my hands on myself.”
My stomach wobbles, still wet from his tongue.
What puppy?
Wild-eyed between my knees, Dutch is all wolf.
I want.
But I don’t trust my body.
If I ride Dutch’s face, one lick won’t be enough. I want to buck for the right reason. Not freak and flail and run away. “You can’t.”
“Okay, but someday?” Dutch sighs. “I’ll make it so good for you. Reese will teach me how.”
