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“One more sip, baby,” Wyatt murmured against my ear.
Writhing in his arms, I avoided the cup. “No, not until you give me back your shorts. Give them back or I won’t—”
“They’re yours, I promise. I’ll take them off as soon as you finish drinking this.” Settling me firmly in his lap, Wyatt helped me to swallow a frozen concoction that tasted like mango and protein powder. “That’s it. Good girl, such a good girl…”
A needle pierced my right arm. I flinched, but Cal held me tight.
“Last one, I promise. We have to get your temperature down.”
And then it started all over again.
***
“Nngh… Agh—ah!” I came with a gasp, hand slamming against the mattress as my eyes snapped open, staring at the arched ceiling of my nest.
Awake.
I was awake, totally present, in complete control for the first time in days, drenched in sweat and other fluids.
My heat had broken while in the middle of receiving the most exquisite oral pleasure.
A solid arm was draped across my stomach. Cal lay prone beside me, face haggard and stubbled, overdue for a shower. The poor guy was probably dying for a coffee.
The long fingers stroking my G-spot prompted another moan, and the precisely timed flutters of his tongue against my clit wound me up once more. Somehow, against all odds.
How could I possibly have enough strength to comeagain?
My heat was over. There was no need to aim for a world record in omega pleasuring.
I looked down at the dark head of hair between my thighs. That wasn’t a surprise. All my guys had dark hair except for Cal. But I expected to see blue or brown eyes looking back at me.
Not gray.
Two crucibles of molten quicksilver stared at me while Owen feasted, licking me from clit to ass and back, fingers steadily pumping inside my pussy, making my hips writhe and flex. Rewarding every minute change of my expression, every breathless moan, with another stroke or suckle.
“Oh—oh my god!” I howled as I came, waking Cal up with a jerk.
But Owen still didn’t stop.
Cal blinked at me a few times, then reached for his glasses to check his phone. A glance at the screen was enough for me to tell my hormones were normal for the first time in weeks.
Quickly sitting up, Cal grabbed the thermometer and held it to my forehead. “You’re finally below a hundred.”
He leaned over to look at my pupils, but the room was too dark. One second before he turned on his phone’s flashlight, I twisted his nipple.
“Do it, and I’ll start stealing your watches, too.” Glancing down at the determined man between my thighs, I reluctantly used our consent code for the first time. “Red light. Not because I don’t like it, but because you broke me—in the best way.”
Owen eased back, chin dripping with my release, eyes still glowing silver as he licked his elegant fingers clean. A sight that was almost enough to order him back again.
Almost.
But after being stuffed with cocks and knots for days, I was thirsty and sore. I also wanted a long soak in the bathtub. Alone.
“What time is it?” I asked, still trying to catch my breath.
“I’ll do you one better—look what day it is.” Cal turned his phone around.
It was just after four in the afternoon on Thursday. We’d been having sex for six solid days. No wonder Cal looked beat. I must have worn the others out, too.
