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I grinned. “I work with Caden and Hamish on their charitable endeavors. I thought I mentioned that,” I said, the urge to flip my omega over and bury myself balls-deep inside him growing by the second. “They told me I needed to loosen up and they convinced me to join the auction, just for fun.”
“But that’s—” Enzo paused, mouth open, his expression glazing over. “We were set up,” he finished with a heavy breath.
The thought had occurred to me. Caden and Hamish must have known Enzo, since he, unlike me, really was a member of the DFC. They hand-picked the couples for the auction event, which means they’d personally paired me and Enzo together.
It might have been the greatest gift anyone had ever given me.
“Oh, God,” Enzo panted, writhing against me.
I knew he hadn’t made the exclamation in response to us putting together the pieces about Caden and Hamish’s involvement in us being together.
“It’s okay, baby,” I said, rolling Enzo to his back and kissing him from his neck to one of his nipples, over to the other nipple, then back up his neck. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
And when this was all over, I was going to have to find an amazing way to thank Caden and Hamish for what they’d given both of us.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Enzo
Was it possible to feel completely blissed out and sexed up while also feeling bone-crushing guilt at the same time?
“That’s it sweetheart, let me fill you. Let me make it better,” Shawn grunted as he thrust into me over and over like he was trying to push not only into my womb, but into my brain, too.
I responded with an incoherent moan of pleasure. It was day two of my heat, and this time he had me folded nearly double, my ankles up around his ears. All I could do was lie there as his cock soothed and rearranged my insides and my own feeble balls shot spurt after spurt of cum over my swollen belly. I was surprised I had anything liquid in me anymore, other than Shawn’s cum in my reservoir of a womb. I felt like it’d all leaked out of me in the form of slick.
“Yes! Yeah, there it is,” Shawn cried out as his knot blasted inside me, fusing us together again. He hadn’t managed to breech my womb this wave—we were about fifty-fifty forbreeding orgasms so far this heat—but the instinctual rush of satisfaction that filled me along with his seed had me floating on a cloud of pleasure all the same.
If this was what it felt like to be taken through heat by the right alpha, then I wanted to spend all day, every day, for the rest of my life in heat with Shawn.
Except for the drowning feelings of guilt that taking advantage of him gave me between waves, when my body and my womb gave back control to my brain.
Shawn groaned a little as his orgasm wrung itself out and he flopped to his side with me still wrapped around him. Greedy little subby that I was, I continued to move deliberately on his knot, giving myself as many aftershock orgasms as I could.
“Easy, easy there,” Shawn laughed, gripping me firmly and stopping me from squeezing him raw inside me.
Twin flashes of adorable sheepishness and sharp-edged shame hit me as I slowly dragged my eyes up to meet his. “I can’t help myself,” I panted, still teetering on the edge of another orgasm. “It just feels so good.”
“Yes, it does,” Shawn said with a smirk. He then jerked his knot deeper into me, giving both of us another jolt of pleasure.
I must have died and gone to heaven. I had no idea what the cause of my death might have been. Pure, reckless stupidity, probably. But being here in Shawn’s arms in the middle of what was turning out to be a crazy-intense heat was like humping the gates of Paradise.
And I writhed with guilt inside because of it.
“Ooh, I don’t like that expression,” Shawn said with a frown. He slipped a hand under my chin and forced me to look at him.
I liked the forceful, alpha-like action—Shawn had relaxed into a dominant role that I had the feeling wasn’t all that familiar to him, despite the fact that he was a natural, over the last twelve hours—but I didn’t love the feelings he made me face.
“Do I need to remind you again that I’m glad to be here to take you through this heat?” he asked me. “That none of this is any problem for me?”
My face flooded with warmth and I tried to look down. “I know, I know,” I said, then huffed. “I just don’t think I deserve?—”
“Stop.” The low timbre of his voice and the way his body tensed slightly had me melting on the inside. Mostly because I could sense Shawn enjoyed being this version of himself but didn’t get to indulge in it that often. At least I could give him something.
He waited until he thought I wouldn’t continue my sentence before removing his fingers from my mouth. “It’s just that I’m not used to any of this,” I said instead in a rush so he wouldn’t silence me again.
“I think we’ve established that penthouse suites and high thread-count sheets are not ordinary parts of your life,” he said, the corner of his mouth pulling up in a wry grin.
I loved the gently sarcastic streak he’d developed during the last day. I loved how his whole face changed from the stressed businessman he’d been when we’d met to the relaxed lover he was when we were in bed. It hadn’t changed the core of who he was, but it had brought a different side of him to the surface. I loved it.
