Page 32 of Sawyer

A new day, a new shame.

My eyes pop open only hours after falling asleep, and with it comes everything that occurred yesterday and the train wreck my life insists on becoming.

I took an heir’s knot, and he’s still wrapped around my body, snoring softly into my hair.

What have I done?

I agreed to Sin’s protection as I dive into this case. The only cost is my sanity. Oh, and probably all the orgasms my body could possibly handle. At least he let me fall asleep after last night and didn’t keep to his word to fuck me until dawn.

Sore in all the right places, I adjust a little, trying not to wake the sleeping, sinful alpha. Immediately, cum spills out of me as I roll away from him, once again reminding me of the choices I made last night.

This is bad.

Swallowing my horror, I slip free of his arms, sit on the edge of his bed, and only now get a full look at his bedroom. Light streams in from the window to my right. It’s a large bay window, complete with a seat and pillows. A lone book sits facedown, with pages crinkled underneath.

He reads…

I look away, because that little bit of information humanizes him far too much for me to process right now, and my eyes land on an open closet door with just a hint of clothing hanging inside. I very much need to get up and steal something of his, because despite Sin saying he’d get me clothing, we got a little distracted and he never got me anything to wear.

And fluid spills out of me and down my leg, where it’s promptly drying.

Setting my aching feet on the floor, I creep over to the closet and slip inside, finally releasing a panicky breath.

I said I’d stay, except my nerves are fraying, and the need to run makes my legs itch and burn. Focus, Sawyer. I turn on the light, and a soft, ambient glow spills around me.

Even though everything else in the cabin has that old-world feel, he modernized his closet with a wall of shoes, a row of slacks and jeans, and shirts sorted by colors and seasons. It’s odd, considering what Sin is like as an alpha.

He’s chaotic, intense, and overwhelms the senses, yet his entire house is clean and organized.

I focus on the clothing instead of Sin’s mind, something no one will ever understand. There are no sweatpants that I can see, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t in here, so I pull out drawers to my right and find boxers, sleep pants, and sweatpants.

As I yank them out, my reflection catches in the mirror, and I pause with the pants clutched to my chest.

Without my heels, I’m shorter in height. Those three inches give me that five-eight stature I love, but now, with my feet flat on the rug, I look so different from the woman I show the world.

Most gammas have soft, full curves. Omegas often have that perfect hourglass figure, but that wasn’t something I ever desired. I love the gentle swell of my hips that taper into a deeply curved waist. My full, supple breasts often spill out of any bra I try to stuff them in, but I love them, from my dusky nipples to the swell underneath. My stomach is soft and feminine, not muscular. However, my favorite part of my body will always be my ass and the bubble that I know most men love to grip.

Sin was no different.

Memories flash behind my eyes of how he was ravenous for me, gripping my ass and slamming inside me hard and fast.

Desire flutters in my core, and my cheeks turn rosy with excitement. Looking at myself in the mirror, I swear my body glows. Even my scent deepens and spills into the surrounding room.

That has never happened before.

Feeling self-conscious, I stuff my legs into my stolen pants. Sin is tall but not as muscular as most alphas. Even so, his pants hang loosely on me, and I have to tighten the drawstrings until they threaten to snap and tie them as quickly as possible so as not to lose any tension.

Opening the drawer below, I grab the first shirt I find, pull it down over my head, and exit the closet as fast as possible.

I find Sin lying on his back, the blanket barely covering his groin, and one arm tossed over his eyes. His breathing is deep and even, which allows me the chance to escape.

Rumor left the door cracked, and I slip through and into the hallway without interruption. The door across the hall is ajar with a slight crack, so I peek through like the creeper I am. Rumor lies on his stomach, his head adjusted so he can peer out of the crack. One hand lies on the floor at a haphazard angle that can’t be comfortable, and I swear I see drool drip from his mouth.

It’s…adorable. That’s the only word I can even bother to come up with.

I don’t have any shoes aside from the heels I stole, which are still in the bathroom with my cash. Spinning around, I slip into the bathroom, grab the envelope that still sits there, and dash into the living room, my heart pounding in my chest.

I’ll have to deal with cold feet until I can find a ride home. There isn’t a single doubt in my mind that those two men will hunt me down, but until then, I’ll have time to think and recoup.

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