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I’d just split my chest open for her to see, and I waited with my breath held for her response.
“Alright. Check in. I appreciate that. But trust my answer, okay?”
All I could do was nod. She wasn’t ready to return my feelings, and it stung. But she hadn’t told me to fuck off. I’d take that as a win.
We’ll get there.
Right now, we had shared needs. I tossed the cloth to the floor and slid down on my stomachbetween her spread thighs. She gasped as I slipped my arms under her, palming her ass and lifting her pussy in front of my face.
Her scent filled my lungs, reeling me in. I purred against her soft skin and nosed into her folds.
Before going further, I looked up her body and met her eyes with a raised brow.
“Checking in.”
Tracy nodded with a choked whimper, her face flushed. Then I dipped my head to feast.
As soon as her slick hit my tongue, I was soaring. She tasted fucking divine, like sweet floral honey. Our pack scents were there too, mingling with hers. It was like all the pieces of my life clicked into place. She was the missing link we needed.
Her moans guided me. I pushed my tongue deep into her cunt, licked through her folds, and lavished attention on her clit. Every reaction was catalogued in my mind as I learned what she liked. And Tracy didn’t hold back. She twisted her fingers in my hair to pull me closer, demanding her own pleasure, while her hips rocked against my face.
I slid two thick fingers into her easily, thrusting slowly, and focused on her clit with my mouth. She bowed up, coming hard.
“Griffin! Yes.”
I growled against her, tonguing and sucking, thrusting my fingers, pushing her through a second climax. Finally, she tugged on my hair. Ireluctantly gentled and pulled back, licking her slick off my lips. My face was covered in her.
“Fucking delicious.”
We stared at each other. Her eyes were glassy. She panted, catching her breath. The look she gave me went straight to my soul. She owned me.
Michael’s voice broke in.
“Ready for pancakes?”
20
TRACY
“Mmm.”
I looked up to find all the alphas staring as I took another bite of Michael’s amazing eggs. Ben, in particular, eyed me. I was wearing one of his shirts.
He’d insisted on it.
The rest of me was still under the covers with nothing on. They’d brought me breakfast in bed. It felt decadent, even in the rough, spartan cabin. Not only the food, but how they were treating me. Like a princess or something.
I always did things for myself. I wasn’t used to being waited on.
It wasn’t bad.
The guys had arranged themselves around me in the nest, sitting and eating from their own plates. All of them were dressed, except Griffin hadn’t bothered with a top. I stared at his broad chest while Iate more of the eggs, trying to contain any more sounds of enjoyment.
I failed.
When I tried the pancakes, I couldn’t help my moan, and a drop of syrup dribbled down my chin. They all leaned in, but it was Ben who got there first, stretching across the plates of food to lick the trail of syrup off my face. His tongue tickled, and I laughed.
He wasn’t smiling when he pulled back, though. His expression held a mix of lust and ownership that made my cheeks warm. I had the impression that cleaning me was something he took very, very seriously.
