Page 37 of Heatwaves

Biting my lip, I keep my eyes on Carter as he lowers himself between Ty’s legs, his gray eyes meeting mine as his lips close around Ty’s straining cock.

I bite back a moan, but I can’t help myself as I bear down further on Ty, seeking out my orgasm. He can’t reach my clit with me facing this way, but I sure can.

Watching Carter swallow down Ty until his nose brushes the other man’s stomach does something to me.

I bring my finger to my clit, brushing it once, twice, and then I’m falling over the edge again.

Ty moans beneath me as I continue to touch myself, knowing there’s at least one more orgasm in this for me.

Carter moans around Ty and my mouth falls open. Poor Ty hasn’t had any relief since the beginning and he’s already spilling himself into Carter’s mouth.

Can’t blame the guy there.

Carter pulls off Ty’s dick and leans in to kiss me. When I open my mouth, he pushes cuminto my mouth. That’s all I need to go over the edge one last time.

The world around me goes bright white before darkness closes in around me. I can hear and feel the others around me, but it’s like I can’t get my body to move. I can’t make out their words as I’m lifted and carried somewhere.

My body is heavy, and I decide that after that many orgasms, I definitely deserve a nap.

Blessedly, sleep pulls me right under.

Iwake up before the others on day six and sigh.

Lila’s heat is over.

Last night, I could tell it was wavering, but I wasn’t sure if it was truly ending. This is the fifth heat of Lila’s I’ve been involved with, and none of them ever last this long. Usually, they’re only a day or two . As far as I know, only her first and second lasted this long. The first one is usually the longest, and the second equaled it because she went through it alone.

I can’t help wondering if it’s because of the men who joined us.

Another sigh slips out of me. As soon as Lila wakes up, she’s going to blow up, and it’s not going to be pretty.

Obviously, I understand why she’s so angry at Carter, Aidan, Ty, and Oliver, but I also think she should hear them out. I just don’t know ifshe’s ever going to get over her hurt and anger to do it.

Even in her sleep, I can feel the mixed emotions swirling around inside of her.

Yes, as an incubus, I can sense people’s emotions. We might be known for our sex and lust magic, but there’s so much more to my species than that. We can feel and influence all emotions but knowing that would make most people uncomfortable, so we don’t broadcast everything we can do.

Glancing at the other men in the bed, their emotions roll through me—almost as twisted up as Lila’s. Hurt, regret, anger, resentment, love. Without focusing, I can’t tell who is feeling which of the emotions, but as a collective, they’re fucked up.

Returning my focus to Lila, I find myself just watching her.

I’ve been in love with her almost since the first moment I saw her in the club. Her emotions called to me. They were a wild storm of hurt, loneliness, and rage mixed with a tinge of desperation. Beyond her physical beauty drawing me in—which, obviously, it did because my girl is a fucking wet dream—I had to know her story. I had to know the cause of the emotions.

I didn’t get her story that night or even in the next few weeks when I refused to let her blow me off. I’m surprised she didn’t call the cops on me with the way I was stalking her.

If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought she was a siren with the way she called to me. She was—and still is—always on my mind. I couldn’t forget her if I tried, but I’m not one to deny myself the things I want in life.

Over the last seven years, I’ve become her best friend and fuck buddy, but I want so much more with her.

I want forever.

She’s just never been ready to hear that, and the four men in the bed with us are the reason why.

No matter how much she denied it, not knowing what happened to them was killing her. She might not have known them for long, but there are just some people you click with. For Lila, it was the four of them. She fell in love with them in a week and has never been able to forget them, leaving me to take what she could give me.

Now that they’re back, there’s no way I’m going to let her keep pushing me away. She needs to hear them out and truly decide if shewants them in her life. Only then will she be able to move forward with me, and because I have access to her emotions, I know she loves me. She just can’t admit it—even to herself.

I hold my breath as Lila begins to wake, blinking her eyes open until they meet mine.

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