Page 52 of Marigold Run

Movement makes the bed shift, and Izan’s cock twitches inside me. A rhythmic rocking motion begins. Everly gasps quietly, the sounds of her being fucked lulling me to sleep.

And for the first time in my life, I long for the blissful agony of a knot.

But not just any knot.

I want Izan’s.

The Next Morning

Izan

Iwake up before dawn, unable to take the heat of so many people crammed in my bed. I’m used to sleeping alone, and having four other people in my bed is too damn much. And while Mari’s snoring isn’t terrible, it also didn’t help.

I lift Mari’s small hand off of my chest, then slowly shift, praying I don’t wake her.

The small omega clung to me all night. She mumbled and whimpered at first, but after about an hour of having my cock nestled in her hot pussy, I finally rolled us, and fucked her gently while she slept. A soft hum drifted from her lips as I came, and then she settled for the night, sleeping like a baby.

My feet touch the cool wooden floor, and I turn to admire my pack. All four are dead asleep. The twins and Everly twist around one another on one side of the bed, and Mari curls around my pillow, clinging to my scent.

It’s a beautiful sight.

And for the first time in days, I finally feel like I can breathe.

Between Hutch’s nerves, Everly’s grief, Dassy’s past and Mari’s trauma, I’ve been exhausted. But this moment makes it all worth it.

I skip the shower, wanting to smell Mari’s peppermint perfume on me all day. But I do wash my face and clean up the edges of my facial hair. Then I get dressed for my day. I put on a crisp purple dress shirt and black slacks. Everly loves me in purple. She says it brings out the green in my eyes.

Once I style my hair and brush my teeth, I step back into the bedroom, immediately stopping short.

Mari is sitting up in the center of the bed. The poor omega looks around the room with a disconnected look on her face. It’s almost as if she’s lost. I stare at her, waiting for her to notice me. Her blonde hair is a mess, falling over her shoulders and into her face in frizzy waves. Her bare chest and outer thighs are lightly bruised from the twin’s rough handling, and her lips are puffy and pink.

“Omega?” I whisper, hoping not to wake anyone else.

Mari’s sleepy eyes widen when they find me. The corner of her lips twitch, but before she can smile, the omega tilts her head to one side, displeasure clear in her frown. “Where are you going?”

“Work,” I say simply, pushing my hands into my pockets. I want nothing more than to cross this room and sink into her soft body, but there’s too much to do. I have an empire to run.

“Oh.” Mari’s shoulders fall, but then her brows shoot up as if thinking of something. “Can I come with you?”

My instinct is to say no. There are too many alphas on that side of the house, but I’m also intrigued. Mari has yet to express any desire to be with me during the day. She’s been difficult to bond with, but this could be a turning point for us. I would be a fool to say no.

“Let’s get you dressed,” I say, angling my body toward the door.

Pure excitement fills her pretty brown eyes. She scoots to the edge of the bed, placing her tiptoes on the hardwood floor. She shivers, crossing her arms over her chest as she rushes to me.

The house is a bit cool in the mornings this time of year. In the middle of summer, it’s too warm, but right now, with spring starting to bloom, the air stays chilly until the sun comes up.

“Come here.” I place an arm under Mari’s ass and easily lift her. She lets out a hushed gasp, curling her fingers into my shoulders. Her legs settle on either side of my waist and her hot pussy presses against the thin fabric of my shirt. It’s hell not to press her back against the nearest wall and fuck her into oblivion, but her sweet body needs time to recover from last night.

Mari picks out a simple long-sleeved dress for the day. The bright blue fabric has a high neckline, and it falls to her knees. It swishes slightly as she walks, complementing the curve of her hips.

We reach the secured doors to the office, and Mari watches intensely as I take out my key card. I scan it, and the door beeps, then clicks as the lock releases. I pull one of the doors open, then step to one side. Mari stares down the long hallway in front of her. Her feet shuffle forward and she sniffs the air. Despite the air purifier on the other side of the door, the aroma of strange alphas still hangs in the air.

Many people come and go through this part of the house, and not just the household staff. I employ many alphas, each one with a distinctive scent, and many are often covered in traces of blood. I’m sure it all smells very scary to her.

“I can take you back to bed,” I say, closely watching Mari’s reaction.

“No.” She reaches for my hand. Her fingers are cold as she curls them around mine. “I want to be with you.”

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