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“I’m sure Grant will take you back to see your parents again. He’s a good guy in his heart, even though his decisions can be questionable sometimes,” said Wesley.

“How did Grant afford this vacation home?” I asked. I didn’t want to talk about going home just yet. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with my life right now.

I looked around the beautiful and fairly spacious room. It had bright white curtains and a bookshelf. I couldn’t wait to get into those books later. The entire house was minimal and covered in white and black furniture.

“He made good money as an undercover cop. When we were stalking…I mean, looking for you.”

I heard the door open and heard heavy footsteps entering the house. Grant, Sam, and Tony showed up at the bedroom door holding bowls of shrimp alfredo. My heart lit up with anticipation.

“Food’s here,” sang Sam.

Eighteen

TIANA

My stomach was no longer spasming every few seconds in pain, and I was able to migrate to the kitchen with the pack. I had already eaten a huge plate of pasta and waited as Grant poured more into my plate. The rest of the men were busy devouring their food.

After all, we had traveled for quite a while on that little boat.

“Ooh, that’s enough, I think,” I said, smiling as I twirled my fork.

“My baby will eat,” said Grant in his gruff voice, which turned me on. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about him betraying my trust a few hours earlier, but he was working his way into my heart with food. I stared longingly at the brownies sitting across the table. “Finish your food first, little omega.”

“How did you know I wanted those brownies?” I asked indignantly, placing a forkful of creamy pasta into my mouth. It tasted so scrumptious, and I couldn’t get enough. Being in heat for so many hours did a number on me.

“I could see how you’re staring at it,” he chuckled. I was slowly getting full as I ate the last couple of bites.

“That was fast,” muttered Wesley, looking at my plate with admiration.

“I think it’s my heat. It’s making me hungrier than usual,” I said, leaning back against my chair and patting my stomach lightly. But I could still eat those brownies, though. I got up from my chair and walked to where Grant sat with the brownies. Before I could reach my hand out for it, he quickly picked me up and set me down on his lap like I weighed nothing at all.

“Hey!” I cried indignantly.

“You’ll still get those brownies,” said Grant, wrapping one arm around my waist and holding me still. I squirmed over his hardening cock, feeling aroused all over again. He picked up a brownie square and brought it to my mouth. “I want to feed you.”

“Oh,” I said, and he quickly placed it into my mouth. My mouth closed around the brownie, biting off the corner piece and moaning in delight at how good it tasted.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice husky. He seemed to enjoy this way more than I did when his hand around my waist dipped between my legs as I savored the bite.

“More, please.”

“Open your mouth, baby. And your legs,” he commanded.

I was taken aback by the request, but I quickly obliged. He helped spread my legs until they were hanging outside his knees while his cock twitched against my ass. He fed me another bite of the brownie while he cupped my pussy. The dull ache in my belly had gotten stronger the friskier he was getting with me.

The pain was creeping down to my privates again, making me ache for a knot again.

“I need your knot,” I said, my voice muffled with a brownie in my mouth. He squeezed my pussy and nodded, his sideburns brushing against my face causing warm tingles to flow through me.

“Let me take you to the bedroom,” he said, picking me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing my lips against his neck.

Grant smelled like soap and all alpha.

He headed to the bedroom, slamming the door open with his foot. He dropped me on the bed violently, and I squeaked in surprise, watching him shed his pants quickly. He untied my bathrobe, opening me up like a present on the bed before him.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked, arching my back ever so slightly so my breasts could jut out further.

“I love it. Every inch of you,” he said, holding my breasts in his hands and weighing them. “Such luscious tits you got there.”

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