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Where was that domesticated devil when I needed him?
“You’re not supposed to be in control during a heat,” Cal reminded me, ever so unhelpfully. “Your omega is.”
“And she’s a horny bitch.” Rolling away from him, I tried to get up, but his arm kept me planted on the mattress. “Supposed to be greedy, right? Then let me go. You’ve had your turn. I’ve got other men to fuck with. Men without as many principles.”
The connecting door to the bathroom slid open, and a certain delicious wisp of darkness stepped inside. Someone must have been eavesdropping. He’d also made the ill-advised decision to get dressed again.
“You rang?”
Cal rolled his eyes and wisely let go of me.
I rushed over to Joaquin, snagging his wrist, trying to drag him toward the foyer of my suite. “Come on. Always wanted to fuck someone on that ugly gray chaise. If I’m going to get accused of ruining furniture, I want it to bedestroyed.”
Two sets of laughter—one deep and mellow, the other raspier, more sinuous—stopped me in my tracks.
Turning around, my eyes flicked between them, the golden rumpled beefcake sprawled out naked on my nest and the predatory promise of Joaquin’s smile.
“I’ll behave and stay here…but only if you spit roast me.”
The mutual surprise on their faces was priceless.
Game fucking on.
***
Time became meaningless. Pleasure was all that mattered. I surfaced for a few breaths now and then, with a different partner—or partners—mostly in my nest but occasionally in my bathroom.
A constantly purring Wyatt took me from behind while I gripped the headboard, and he dragged a vibrator over my clit…
“Can’t—I can’t.” Jerking my head to the side, I ignored the spoonful of oatmeal and raspberries that Alijah was coaxing me to eat, refusing anything that didn’t taste like his creamsicle-flavored cum…
A firm hand connected with my backside, making me howl.
“Behave,” Joaquin ordered, two fingers deep in my ass. “No anal for squirmy girls—no matter how much they beg.”
And I begged. Oh, how I begged until his thickness slipped through the first rings of well-lubricated muscle.
“Good, so fucking good,” I mumbled, head thrashing, trying not to come.
When Alijah’s long, perfect cock slid deep into my pussy in tandem with his plush lips claiming my mouth, and Joaquin started to fuck my ass for real, I detonated…
“Stay,” I mumbled against Cal’s thick forearm as he spooned me from behind, having roused him for dead-of-the-night sex.
Despite the hardness of his cock filling me and the delectably languid strokes of his hips, he wasn’t fully awake.
“I want you to stay with me. Stay here. Move in. Fill my pill organizer every weekend and fuck me every morning while your coffee brews.”
“Shh, sweetheart. We can talk about this later.”
“You don’t believe me, do you? Think I’m too dickmatized to know what I’m saying.”
“It’s not that, it’s not. I promise. But ask me again during the day, okay? Not sure this isn’t a dream.”
“No—you have to stay. Tell me you’ll stay. If you don’t want the guest room, we can paint the primary suite the same midnight blue you splashed all over your condo. Move out all of Kelsey’s stuff to make room for your sweaters. I want you here, Cal. Because I love you… I love you—”
His mouth latched onto the curve of my neck, applying just enough pressure that his teeth pinched my flesh.
I cried out, overwhelmed by the electric buzz of near-claiming, bones turning to mush, until all I could do was claw at the mattress and sob through my release.
