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“He’ll come around,” he says, ruffling my hair with his words, the ghost of a kiss against my head following.
“If he doesn’t?” I want to groan. Why would I ask such a blatant ‘pick me’ question? I couldn’t ever come between them.
“Audrey, I’m not letting you go, and I’m sure Felix feels the same. Austin will complete the bond.”
I nod and press deeper into his arms, my fingers slipping over the skin on his abdomen and around his side. But it isn’t sexual as he holds me. It is pure emotion and connection that blankets me as my eyes grow heavy, and sleep claims me once more.
I don’t dream. When I wake, Saint is sprawled beneath me like a full size body pillow that I am wrapped around. I stretch over him with a full body yawn, and his palm settles on my lower back, holding me to him even in sleep.
It is tempting to stay right here, but nature calls, so I detangle from him and head to the bathroom. A night in my alpha’s arms has completely refreshed me. My heat is no longer lurking at the edges, satisfied that I have an alpha in my nest, sure that my body will get what it needs. His knot.
I don’t have pheromone blockers here, so I guess I’ll be wearing my expectations all over my body, my perfume joining in just in case it isn’t clear.Fuck. Just because Saint is in my bed doesn’t mean I get to have my way with him. Sure. Tell that to your body.I huff out a half-laugh before swinging the door open and entering the bedroom.
Saint, looking adorably sleep-rumpled, leans against the headboard with a waiting smile just for me. “Hey, beautiful.”
A flush races to my cheeks as I bite down on my lower lip. Compliments in my old life had been an everyday occurrence, but there is something about one coming from my alpha that makes me melt.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I say as I crawl up the bed to him. He captures me and drags me closer.
His large palms frame my face, and he kisses me. A soft, panty-soaking kiss, that I lean into with a tiny moan of encouragement as he deepens it with a stroke of his tongue. But he breaks it off way too soon.
“I’ve got a surprise for you today,” he whispers against my lips, pressing tiny kisses between each word.
“A surprise?” I breathe.
“Yeah, your brother is going to join us for a little vengeance.”
Not the surprise I was thinking, but vengeance is always welcome. Maybe it will help me sleep better at night taking out the monsters that destroyed my family.
“But first, I’m famished. I need something to eat,” he says. While flipping me onto my back beneath him and working his way down my body, dragging my sleep shorts and panties with him.
He wastes no time burying his head between my legs and sucking on my clit until my back arches from the bed and sounds I didn’t know I could make echo around the room.
Then he gathers my slick on his fingers, working them inside me, his warm tongue making sweeping strokes through my folds, collecting every drop.
It’s quick and no frills, but the orgasm that tears me apart before piecing me back together satisfies my tiny omega heart. And when his teeth sink into the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, marking me again, my heart sings.
CHAPTER47
Audrey
Not even theglower on Austin’s face as Saint and I emerge from my bedroom can bring me down. I may not have a single bite from Austin, but I have two from Saint.
And Saint doesn’t seem to mind my constant need to touch him. He stays close as I make us a proper breakfast, brushing against him teasingly each chance I get. Finally, he boxes me in as I flip pancakes in the pan, the outline of his dick clearly pressing into my ass. He nips my ear, purring directly into the shell and making my nipples tighten in anticipation.
Elbowing him softly, I duck from under his arms and twirl to the opposite counter to cut up some fruit as the other side of the pancake cooks. He chuckles and leans next to me.
“I don’t know why you are making so much food. I had my breakfast already.”
My cheeks darken and ache as I smile so widely that I can’t contain it. “Not everyone else did. I’m sure Felix and Austin are hungry. And I’m hungry,” I say.
“Felix is still asleep, and Austin survives on bourbon and ice.”
“Are you calling me an alcoholic?” Austin grumbles from his armchair, clearly listening to everything we say.
“I would never do that,” Saint quips.
Austin glares. He seems like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Still, I ignore it. He can work out his own issues.
