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I pull back just enough to meet her eyes, seeing my own desire reflected there. "Yeah?"

She bites her lip, a gesture that sends heat pooling in my gut. "I think... I think I might need your help again."

A low rumble escapes my chest as I capture her lips in a searing kiss. As I roll her beneath me, all thoughts of music and secrets fade away, replaced by the urgent need to claim, topossess, to lose myself in the omega who's quickly becoming my addiction.

CHAPTER 11

OPHELIA

Istretch languidly in the massive nest, the silk sheets cool against my overheated skin. Rhys lounges beside me, his long fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm. The room is thick with the scent of sex and pheromones, a heady mixture that makes my head spin.

Through the open door, I hear Troy and Mace moving around downstairs, cleaning up after the gourmet dinner Mace prepared earlier. The domesticity of it all feels strange, almost surreal after the intensity of the past few days.

Rhys's green eyes lock onto mine, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Look who's finally awake," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends tingles through my body.

Before I can respond, his lips are on my neck, trailing kisses down my collarbone. My breath hitches as he works his way lower, his stubble scratching deliciously against my sensitive skin.

The silk sheets rustle as Rhys disappears beneath them, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading them wide. I gasp as his hot breath ghosts over my core, teasing me with the promise of what's to come.

"Rhys," I whimper, my fingers tangling in his hair. "You don't have to?—"

His tongue flicks out, silencing me mid-sentence. My hips buck involuntarily as he laps at my sex, his skilled mouth working me into a frenzy.

"Fuck," I moan, my head falling back against the pillows. The pleasure builds rapidly, my body still hypersensitive from our earlier activities.

It's the third day of my heat, and I haven't been alone for any of it. There's always at least one of them with me at any given time, while the others take turns making sure the house stays running, getting supplies, making food, and cleaning up. They work in tandem, making sure I have not only everything I need, but things I never even thought about.

Fresh towels, a clean, fluffy robe made of material as soft as a cloud, fuzzy socks, warm tea, heavenly scented oils in the bath. When we're not fucking, they're spoiling me with sweet treats, making sure I stay hydrated, giving me massages… it's as if they've formed a religion around me, devoting themselves to worshiping and providing for my every need.

Even the ones I never knew I had.

Rhys hums against me, the vibrations sending shockwaves of ecstasy through my system. His fingers dig into my thighs, holding me in place as I writhe beneath him.

"Next time," I pant, tugging at his hair, "you don't have to wait. I wouldn't mind waking up like this."

He pulls back for a moment, emerging from under the sheets with a wicked grin. "Noted," he says, his eyes dark with desire. Then he dives back down, redoubling his efforts.

I cry out as he slides two fingers inside me, curling them in a come-hither motion that has me seeing stars. His tongue circles my clit relentlessly, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs barely registers through the haze of pleasure. I vaguely wonder if Troy or Mace will hear us, but the thought evaporates as Rhys sucks hard on my clit.

My orgasm crashes over me without warning, my back arching off the bed as waves of bliss roll through my body. Rhys doesn't let up, working me through the aftershocks until I'm a quivering mess.

When he finally emerges from between my legs, his chin is glistening with my arousal. He crawls up my body, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that tastes of me.

"Good morning," he murmurs against my mouth, his hard length pressing insistently against my thigh.

I reach down to wrap my hand around him, relishing in his sharp intake of breath. "Good morning indeed," I purr, stroking him slowly.

I push Rhys onto his back, straddling his hips. His cock stands proud, glistening with arousal. I grip him firmly, positioning him at my entrance.

"Fuck, you're insatiable," he groans in clear approval, his hands settling on my waist.

I sink down slowly, savoring the delicious stretch as he fills me. My eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed by the sensation. When I'm fully seated, I pause, adjusting to his size.

"You okay?" Rhys asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.

I nod, rolling my hips experimentally. The movement sends sparks of pleasure through my body, and I can't help the moan that escapes my lips.

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