When the hell did he come in? Was he sleeping with me the whole night?
Then I remember. That raging asshole came back and ruined a surprisingly good evening by saying shit that pissed me off. Normally, I don’t let people's words get to me, but for some reason they hurt.
Being reminded that I had no one and nothing was a kick in the gut.
But I’d rather be alone, than be with someone who disrespected me. That's exactly why I left Trip. I know my worth. I know I deserve better than being cheated on, and I deserve better than being talked down to and belittled. Not that I care what Nick does.
He’s just some stupid Alpha who happens to be my scent match. It means nothing.Hemeans nothing.
Yeah Nova, keep telling yourself that enough and maybe you’ll believe it.
Ugh, whatever.
After I stormed upstairs, Ian came to check on me. He sat there, listening to me curse out his brother as I paced the room, and once I was frustrated and drained, the asshole held me while I cried. And I loved it.
Fine. He’s not an asshole. He’s actually really fucking sweet, and I hate it.
No, Iloveit.
Damn it! I’m so fucked up in the head.
Moving to sit up, I take a moment to appreciate his body. The blankets are pulled off him, seemingly to be mostly wrapped around me.
Why, I have no clue, because I’m dying from heat right now.
My gaze stops at his boxers. I clamp my legs together, holding down my whimper as a gush of slick slips free.
His dick is hard and really fucking big. My pussy screams for it to fill me, for me to ride him like a fucking pony and shove his fat knot inside me.
What the fuck, Nova?
This isn’t like me, not at all. I’ve always had a healthy sex life. I’ve never shied away from sex. Why would I? I love sex. Sex has always been amazing.
Even if the dick I was using ended up getting sucked off by my mom.
Fucking waste of my time he was. I’ll die saying that his dick was the only good thing about him, and I mean it.
But you know what, fuck him! It’s time for a new dick. Even if that dick is attached to an Alpha.
A little casual sex wouldn’t hurt, right? It would help pass the time while we’re here.
The longer I stare at Ian’s morning wood, pressing against his boxers, the more whatever logic I have left leaves me.
“Fuck it,” I mutter. I’m horny, and he’s hard. Ian seems like he likes me enough. He had no issue getting down on his knees and eating my pussy when I asked him to. I’m sure he wouldn’t say no to sex.
“Hey,” I whisper, untangling myself from the blankets. “Hey, you, wake up,” I whisper-hiss, poking at his shoulder.
“Huh?” he murmurs, blinking before squinting up at me. “Nova? Are you okay?”
Awe, cute, he cares.
“Are you clean?”
“What?” His brows furrow.
“Clean. Do you have any STD’s? When was the last time you fucked someone without a condom?”
Poor guy looks so damn confused, but a girl needs to know these things. I’m on birth control, got the shot just a few weeks ago, so I’m good. And I don’t think any of these guys brought condoms with them, unless they planned to bring a different girl up here.