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A knock at the door of our crowded apartment distracts me. Donovan gets to his feet to greet the two men who walk in. The first is a tall, broad-shouldered, athletic-looking man. He has chocolate brown hair, slightly curly and cut short. He smiles broadly as he talks to Forrest.
The second is slightly shorter with dark blonde hair and neatly trimmed facial hair. Thick biceps, a broad chest, and a square jaw clenched tight. He clearly isn’t someone you want to piss off.
“This is bullshit,” Bea grumbles quietly as she throws herself down on the couch beside me. Her arms are crossed making it clear she is displeased and closing herself off to conversation with the two guys I now assume are our bodyguards.
They stop to greet the Powells, speaking with Phoenix and Shelby for a minute before making their way to where we’re sitting. I keep my expression blank as they approach. Watching as their eyes scan me briefly before doing the same to Bea. Both men’s eyes linger on her and I breathe out a silent sigh of relief.
The last thing I want is to be trapped on a tour bus for two months with men who interest me or are interested in me. Relationships are too big of a risk for me until my birth family is no longer a threat.
Though I guess as my bodyguard one of them will be at risk regardless of whether they are my mate or not. I shrug the thought away. They know what they are signing up for.
“Omen, I’d like you to meet Lex Ferguson,” Donovan says as he points to the angry blonde who steps forward and offers me his hand. I shake it firmly. “He is your assigned bodyguard for the duration of the tour, and potentially after depending on where things are regarding your parents.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Ferguson.” Lex gives me a curt nod in response, briefly meeting my eyes before turning his attention back to the glaring omega beside me. I would be squirming in my seat if their attention was so riveted on me.
My bestie is going to have a blast in close proximity with these two for eight weeks.
“Bea,” Donovan calls her name. He waits patiently until she looks at him. “Your assigned bodyguard, Ridley Hale.”
“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Bea.” Ridley throws a panty melting smile Bea’s way. Her left eye twitches, the only sign she’s affected by his attention. I stifle my laughter when he looks as unaffected by her dismissal as Donovan is.
Thankfully their showdown doesn’t continue for much longer as the rest of our guests capture their attention. I relax against the soft cushions and release a slow breath.
This wasn’t the outcome I expected today, but I have to admit, knowing Mr. Ferguson will be watching my back during the tour puts me at ease.
CHAPTER FIVE
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Alkaline- Sleep Token
Pleasure slithers up my spine as consciousness finds me. Wet warmth wraps around my cock. A tongue flicks across my tip before slowly pulling me further into their mouth. The small hint of metal sliding down my length tells me who it is before I even attempt to open my eyes.
My back arches off the bed as my mate hollows his cheeks, his fingers lightly pulling my balls on their journey lower. “Neb,” I rasp, my voice thick with sleep and pleasure.
“Good morning, Beta,” he replies before taking me deep once more. His finger drops to circle around my hole, teasing me with barely there pressure.
“More,” I plead. “I want to feel you.” My eyes finally flutter open and I watch my alpha grin around my length. We’ve beentogether long enough for me to know we will go at his pace no matter how much I beg.
Nebula’s short, dark blonde hair is messy from sleep. His dark blue eyes sparkle with desire and love as he watches my every reaction to the pleasure he’s giving me.
My cock throbs in his mouth as my eyes roam over what I can see of his body. He’s so handsome. Rugged and huge with broad shoulders and a body sculpted by his time at the gym. Pure alpha in every sense.
He quickens his pace, bobbing his head deep and bringing me to the edge before popping off. His tongue follows the veins running along my cock, circling the tip before starting the process all over again. One finger presses into me, pumping shallowly before another joins.
With much more patience than I’ve ever had, Nebula stretches me. Letting me get close, but never allowing me to fall over the precipice.
It feels like hours later when he pops off and pushes to his knees. He crawls over top of me, every muscled inch of him flexing as he moves. A low moan slips from my lips before he swallows it. His kiss hungry.
He devours me, tongue slipping in to tease along the roof of my mouth. Fingers dig into my hair, tugging the longer strands so he can angle my head the way he wants.
I’m drowning in the euphoria his touch brings.
Lost to the pleasure he offers.
“You gonna be a good boy and take my cock, Cal?” Nebula growls against my lips. His length brushes against the back of my thighs as he settles around me.
My body wiggles restlessly trying to urge him to give in to what we both want. A dark chuckle is his only response as he lines himself up and pushes inside, not allowing me a moment'sreprieve until his hips are flush against my ass. The stretch burns in an addicting pleasure-pain mix.
