Page 31 of Candy & Her Saints

I turn my head and bite into a cushion to muffle my scream.

My back bows, and my mind whites.

For a long moment, I don’t even turn off the buzzing vibrator.

Finally, the oversensitivity between my thighs makes me switch off the toy.

Panting, I hurl the wand into my cuddle snuggle nest.

I giggle, wiping my hand over my face.

Shit, that was intense.

Mind-blowing.

Perfect.

I wish that Seven was here, so that I could make him come too. But then, this wasn’t about that.

He was caring for me.

My heart swells at that thought.

I scramble to drag my pajamas back on. My hair is standing up, and my makeup is smudged.

I’m an Omega hot mess.

Except to Seven, I’m a sex goddess.

Possibly, that’s the thing I love best about this dating app; I can feel close to Seven, while he doesn’t really know me at all.

I snuggle back into my cushions, dragging the blanket over me. My shoulders are relaxed. I feel loose and happy.

I haven’t felt this calm for months.

SEVEN: I’m assuming that you came. I didn’t kill you, did I?

I laugh.

SWEET VENOM: You did kill me but in the best way. Thanks, that was…

I huff a laugh.

What exactly was it?

What’s the name for masturbation via sexting?

Sexturbation…?

Grinning, I type:

SWEET VENOM: The best stress relief.

SEVEN: I’m happy to be of service. I’m your on call sexturbation Alpha.

I should have known that Seven would know the correct term.

Warmth curls through me. Why am I blushing?

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