Page 150 of Broken Dreams

Opening my mouth, I shut it as I realize it’s going to need more than a one word response. My tongue also feels as if it’s swelling, though I know it’s not. This is all in my mind, and part of the process of navigating my way through speaking again.

For the record, I hate it. It’s as if the words won’t come out, even if they’re right there in my mind.

Picking up my tablet, I blow out a breath. I’m pissed, but it’s more with myself than Cian.

“I can’t miss work, but I may be able to finish early,”I confirm. “I need to sort it with Cerenity.”

“She’ll be our next call,” Duncan sighs. We all know Cerenity will agree because of the meeting’s importance. I just wish I’d had more of a heads up than mere hours. “The probability of Quinn being on time to this is negligible, Cian.”

“I understand. Give me a time frame once you have an idea, and I’ll throw the least important things on the agenda to the front line,”he says. “I know it’s shit timing, and I apologize.”

“Thank you,”I say with the tablet.

Cian hangs up after saying goodbye, and I groan.

“This isn’t great timing, but it means that we’ll be closer to knowing you’ll be safe,” Duncan says. “Your father does have allies, including our dad, and we can’t have anyone deciding to retaliate. I love my father, however, I love you more. I’m not ashamed to say that.”

“I agree,” Callum says. “Dad’s been acting really weird. One second he’s calling me, which he never does, to offer me other omega options as if it’s a buffet to choose from, and the next he’s telling me that I’m going to regret pissing Hudson off. I don’t fucking get him.”

“I don’t know anything much about this outside of what I overhear, but it sounds like your dads are working on somethingtogether,” Linus says. My fingers sink back into his hair, and he rubs his cheek against my stomach to scent mark me.

“We could go back and forth all day,”I mutter through the bonds. I get less exhausted talking this way, I’ve noticed. “Let’s just get through the day, okay?”

Duncan blows out a breath, nodding. “I’ll call Cerenity now, go get ready while Callum makes dinner. I know you don’t like to eat a lot before work, so we’ll do smoothies for now,” he says.

Callum is already rising to start while Duncan picks up the phone, which only leaves Linus to stand up and drag me with him.

“I want you to keep your hair up after work,” he mutters as we walk upstairs. “You need to look like a million bucks when you walk into that room with those old fucking men.”

Linus the stylist has taken over my best friend’s body, which means I’m going to be along for the ride. It’s for the best, because he’s the best at this shit.

Years of helping me with hair and makeup have made him an expert.

Taking a shower together, we keep each other calm through touches, kisses, and washing one another.

“I don’t think this is going to end in any way other than with my cock balls deep inside of you,” Linus murmurs. His large hands squeeze my ass as he lifts me, and I gasp as he presses me against the cool tile wall. “Tell me no.”

“Absolutely fucking not,”I growl through the bond.“Give me your cock.”

Chuckling darkly, he nods. “You’re the boss, baby. It’s got to be quick and dirty,” he says.

“Mine,” I say, wrinkling my nose at him. His grin as he lines his dick up with my entrance is endearing before he’s pulling my body down to take every inch.

My eyes roll as his hands hold me roughly, and he changes his position to thrust up into me. The sounds of moans as he fucks me grow louder as he drives his cock deep inside my cunt, intent to rearrange my insides.

It’s not soft, slow, or anything sweet. It’s raw and delicious, because this is how he’s working through his anxiety. I would much rather he wreck my pussy than spiral without me.

My fingers dig into his shoulders as he ravages my lips, knowing he’s going to have to make me look presentable later. His lips are firm, his tongue demanding, and I have a feeling I’ll be wearing his fingerprints on my skin.

“Are you—” Duncan cuts himself off as he walks further into the bathroom. The scent of his quickly growing arousal smells so good, making me whimper against Linus’ lips. Blackberries are going to always be a dessert that I crave. “Please, don’t stop on my account.”

“I couldn’t stop if I wanted to,” Linus gasps as he comes up for air. “Her cunt is strangling my cock like she’s trying to remove it from my body. Goddamn, Baby Girl.”

All I can do is ghost my hands up to his scalp, my fingers closing on fistfuls of his hair to yank him back in to kiss me. The sound of Duncan unzipping his jeans is loud in the bathroom as the rainfall of water flows down on us, his hand fisting his cock an added bonus to our impromptu shower fucking.

“Is he really jerking off as he watches us?” Linus asks, kissing down my neck as his hips continue to piston and thrust.

My gaze turns to try to see past his shoulders, only to find our alpha intently watching as his cock leaks.

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