Page 50 of Wicked

“Call Lester. He can send a car. He can probably send one of those limos. That would be good, right?” I suggest.

He kisses the tip of my nose. “Okay. He’s already on his way to the sanctuary. He wanted me to tell you he’s bringing water bottles.”

That fills my heart with warmth. Of course he is.

“Other than calling Lester for a car, what else can I do to make the move easier for you? Maybe you could tell me all the things you collected for your nest, and we can be sure to move those too?”

“Mmmmhmmm,” I mumble, my eyes heavy. “We should take a nap until your knot goes down.”

“But we need to plan.”

I yawn. “We need to sleep. We can plan later.”

“You’ll need more sex later. We have to plan…”

I close my eyes for what feels like a few seconds, but when I open them, David is hovering over us.

“Yep, that lipstick is definitely his. That’s the color he wears. Pack the Clue pieces and the pearls too.”

How long was I asleep? My ass is horribly empty again. What happened to Manny’s knot? We’re spooning naked on the bed with a blanket wrapped around us while David and Rope rush around the room putting things into a duffel bag. Lester is standing in the doorway holding four water bottles.

“Manny,” I whine.

“Shhhh, I’ve got you,” he whispers in my ear.

“I need—”

Before I can finish my sentence, Manny slips a few fingers inside me. “When we get in the limo, I’m going to make love to you, okay? I just need you to hold on for a few minutes while we collect your things. You want your things, right?”

I nod. “Can you do the magic thing with your fingers?”

He chuckles. “Soon. The magic thing with my fingers is loud.”

Lester shoves a water bottle in my face. “Be loud then. This will go smoother if Candlewick gets exactly what he wants. Trust me, you can’t embarrass us.” He turns around and grabs the duffle. “Time to head out, gentlemen. Let’s get the stretcher in here.”

David, Rope and Lester leave the room with my stuff.

“Manny, I need my things. You can’t let them take my things!”

He kisses my neck. “They’re just carrying them for you, okay? Everything is going to be okay.” His fingers move within me. Not as fast as before, but he puts delicious pressure against my prostate massaging it until I’m rocking my hips with him, my eyes closed in pleasure.

“Two men are going to lift you onto a stretcher. I’m coming with, okay?” he says just before cold, hard hands grab my shoulders and knees. I’m airborne for a terrifying second, and Manny’s fingers slip out of me.

“Manny!” I look around for him desperately, but all I see are the alphas who place me on the stretcher. Did he leave me? I turn around in a panic, and Manny is right by my side. He’s standing completely nude next to the stretcher.

“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Let’s get this necklace on, okay?”

Instead of covering up his own nakedness, he lassos the ruby necklace around my neck and fastens the clasp. A light pierces through my heart, filling my chest with a bright joy that’s a little overwhelming, considering the circumstances. Like Manny, it takes me a second to adjust to the abrupt mood change.

“We have an hour to get him to the sanctuary. Let’s move,” Manny says. He climbs onto the stretcher with me and gathers me into his arms. “I’ve got you. Everything we’re doing right now is part of my plan to keep you. I know it’s hard to change locations in the middle of your heat, but we’re going to get through this, and I will figure out a way to bond to you. Do you understand?”

I nod. The happiness I’m feeling seems a lot more natural now.

Nausea competes with the happiness as we’re wheeled out of the bedroom and through Dorian’s house. It’s strange to experience the need to throw up and be perfectly content with that. I hurl over the side of the bed and laugh at the puddle I made on the floor.

“Look, Manny. It’s your pancakes,” I say.

He holds me tighter. “You’re safe, okay? You’re safe, and we’re going to be okay.”

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