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“Who is Enzo?” Atlas asks, breaking the shocked silence that follows.
“Fucked if I know. Franco, don’t take your fucking eyes off him,” I snarl, pointing to Atlas. “This isn’t over by a long shot, and there is no way I’m letting him slip out of his part in this.”
“Agreed,” Franco growls, grabbing Atlas by his lapel and literally dragging him back towards the compound in Quinn’s footsteps.
This is the day from hell, and it’s only going to get worse.
Bright spot? It seems that Sugar is still alive.
Hopefully, that means she is also unharmed. I allow myself a slight sense of relief before I shove it aside, pulling my tough exterior back. Even if she appeared now by the grace of God, Quinn isn’t going to let us get away with this. Not even a little bit.
ChapterTwenty-Three
Sugar
Trent’s mouth attached to my clit is one of the best sensations I’ve ever felt. The pre heat that was brewing seems to have launched straight into a heat, and the relief that I’m a normal omega, coupled with the hotness of this sex, is driving me to the point where I'm about to combust. The need for a knot inside my pussy, even though I’ve never had one, is clawing at me. I need to feel. I have to have it to be able to breathe properly.
As the blood pumps through my veins, heating up, making me sweat and gush slick into his mouth, I cry out and climax like never before.
“Cain!” I scream, clutching his head to keep him exactly where he is.
He groans, but then time slows down.
“What?” he asks, peering up at me from in between my legs.
I blink slowly. “What?”
“You said ‘Cain’.”
Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Think, Sugar, think.
“Uhm, no, I saidcame.” Oh, for fuck’s sake, like he’s going to buy that.
“Came?” His confused expression heats my cheeks. It feels like my face has been thrust into the middle of the sun.
“Uh-huh.”Why, oh, why did I think of Cain right now?
“Oh, okay,” he murmurs. “Glad you did.”
“Huh?” I wrinkle up my nose.
“Came.”
“Oh.”
We stare at each other.
“Sorry, I think I’ve just started my heat. My brain is a bit foggy…”
He clears his throat. “You have started your heat. It has forced my rut.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m not sure…”
More staring.
“You’ve never had a heat before?” he asks suddenly, looking even more confused.
