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I freeze, gasping around Wilder’s length as Callum dips inside my ass.
Okay, that’s a lot.
I’m so full.
Too full.
Almost like I’m being ripped in half. It takes my breath away, and he isn’t even moving. I almost think that makes it worse.
“I told you this was a bad idea,” Grim snaps.
The twinge of pain quickly subsides, and I push my emotions out to them in the bond. Speaking is impossible with my mouth so full, but I am good.
Maybe even great.
“Is that you telling us you’re okay?” Grim speeds up the way he teases my clit.
I nod as much as I can with my mouth full of Wilder’s cock, and Callum finally begins to move.
Wilder’s thumb teases over my cheek, and he’s gentle as he gets back to using my mouth. I’m not even sure when he stopped. Callum works into me in slow, measured strokes that turn me into a sobbing mess. Tears leak from my eyes as I gag on Wilder’s crown, but it’s so satisfying to feel their emotions in the bond.
Time loses all meaning, and I come two or three times before Wilder hisses, “I’m done for. Fuck, little sister. Suck medeep.”
I don’t know what kink his words tickle, but it sends me over the edge all over again. My pussy and ass lock down on Grim andCallum, and I lose touch with reality as they fill me full of their cum.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Grim
The next couple of days are a haze of sex, bodily fluids, and negotiating with an easily frustrated omega. She’s bossy, needy, and downright unreasonable at times. Her body makes demands it’s not capable of accommodating, but taking care of her during her most vulnerable time fills my chest with pride.
She put all her trust in us, and while we may not get everything right, we’ve done everything we can to make it the best first heat possible.
There are a few omega tantrums—no matter how sticky she is, she doesn’t want to be bathed. The same goes for eating. She has no appetite, and that leads to her acting like we’re torturing her any time we coax her to try to nibble on something.
I still think it’s cute as hell, and I wouldn’t change a single thing. Except, maybe I would have gotten in on the spanking action. It took a lot, but Callum finally snapped when Lacey told him to go fuck himself after he tried to get her to drink something the other night.
She definitely earned that spanking, but it didn’t do much other than turn her on. Omega systems convert pain into pleasure during heats, so a few swats on the ass were highly ineffective at getting his point across.
The waves have finally settled down to the point she’s more lucid in between them, although I don’t think her heat is over quite yet. The post-heat cramps haven’t started, and the bleeding hasn’t come. All of that is pretty miserable, from the research that I’ve done, so I’m in no rush for her to face those things.
If conception occurs during a heat, those symptoms don’t start. So, when they do, it’ll give us a better understanding of when the heat is finally over. Considering Lacey has a birth control implant, I expect they’ll begin within a few days max.
The nest really needs a visit by one of those professional cleaning companies. They’re set up for hazmat levels of biological cleanup, and while we do what we can by changing the sheets…
It still smells like a fuck-fest.
Lacey finally agrees to come downstairs to eat once she realizes it’s Christmas Eve. She picks at the small plate of meat, cheese, and crackers that Collins left out, but she gets frustrated when she spots the gifts under the tree we all decorated.
“With everything that happened with the fight, you never put me in touch with Alice,” she says, frowning as Wilder guides her into the living room.
Callum and I follow, and I debate if it’s time to pull out thekittencard.That might be best saved for tomorrow morning, but I do want to give her at least a little something tonight.
“You can do all the shopping you’d like once your heat is over,” Wilder assures her.
Speeding up my pace, I scoop her up, grab the gift I picked up the same day we got the kittens, and take a seat on the end of the couch. Lacey ends up sitting sideways over my lap, and I drop the gift on her thighs.
“This one is from me,” I tell her.
