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Teyval kissed her shoulder. “I will stand by for you to sniff at any time.”
She looked around slowly and said, “Were we getting up or going back to sleep?”
“Getting up. Don’t worry. If you are tired, you should rest. We will take care of you.” Byron smiled. “We really want to. We have waited for this moment.”
“You waited to do a strange lady’s laundry? Weird kink unlocked.” She snorted, and there was a light squeeze to her butt as her mattress chuckled.
Byron muttered, “It is one of many. More will develop as you finish waking.”
“Uh-huh. You mean until my system is recovered enough to go into heat.”
He shrugged under her. “Yes. That is only going to happen if your body has enough fat on it to carry through a cycle. No omega can go into heat emaciated.”
Myrtle snorted. “You know, this sounds like you are going to try to fatten me up.”
Denith chuckled. “That has already been started. With that in mind, I am going to get breakfast ready.” He leaned in and kissed her. “Good morning, Turtle.”
She met his gaze and was mortified when she ducked her head shyly. “Morning, Denith.”
He kissed her forehead and then rolled out of bed. She looked around and blinked. The bed was rated to hold over a thousand pounds. It had to be. When they wore their midnight skins, they werehuge.
Part of her brain started playing the sensation of her being pressed into the mattress by one of them. She shifted, and that is when the fingers inside her were a reminder that Byron was paying attention to everything her body did.
Myrtle felt kisses moving down her spine and shivered. “You were so quiet I forgot you were there.”
Teyval moved his hands over her as he moved down her body. When his mouth grazed across her lower back, her toes curled, and she felt the smile against her skin.
She snorted. “It isn’t a huge secret. Anyone who has been around me for more than a weekend knows I have a ridiculous tell.”
Byron chuckled. “I would love to see you at my poker night.”
“No. I can’t play poker. I can’t even lie convincingly.” Her legs twitched as Teyval’s tongue swirled against her back.
She held in squeaks and tried not to write a continuing scene where he rolled over and his tongue delved between her thighs. Myrtle clenched her eyes shut and held onto Byron.
It was a rough half hour before Denith returned with a couple of trays. Myrtle lifted her head when she smelled coffee. “Hello, lover.”
Denith paused. “Flatterer.”
Teyval laughed. “Sorry. She was talking to the coffee.” He growled softly against her neck, and she bit her lip.
Denith chuckled. “It was too soon to be true.”
Myrtle pried Byron’s hand away and eased away from Teyval. There was something going on with his mouth, and putting distance between them wasn’t a bad idea. She looked down. “Where did my pyjamas go?”
Teyval stroked her back. “There was an accident. Only silk was harmed.”
She looked around and found it wadded up and next to Byron’s head. “Why does it look shredded?”
Teyval rubbed her shoulders. “I told you. Accident.”
Byron chuckled. “I have never seen him so predatory and smug. It looks good on him.”
Denith handed her a mug of coffee, and she chortled, moving to the edge of the bed to worship the coffee.
When she had downed the hot cup, she sighed, and the registration of air in contact with her became noticeable. “Um, is there a shirt I can borrow? Something I can get crumbs on?” She glanced down and saw her ribs, the hollow of her belly, and the outline of the bones of her legs. She was gaunt.
She froze. She was thin. Really freaking thin. Her heart started pounding, and she just wanted to cover up.
