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“No.” He reaches down between us to swipe his fingers through the mess, collecting it on his before sucking off our combined cum, just like last night.

Did the angry little beta have a cum fetish? I could work with that.

When he’s satisfied, he pushes me onto my back, and practically climbs on top of me, resting his head on my chest. Letting my fingers stroke lazily down his back, we fall back asleep, spent.

Chapter Seventeen

Shiloh

Ashrill ringing near my head makes me groan. Why did I feel like I’d been boxing a heavy weight champion in my sleep? My skin feels sticky and slick in places and my lips feel swollen and sore.

Cracking my eyes open before closing them again, I wince. It must be after 9, the way the sunlight is streaming in the windows and glaring off the fresh layers of snow outside. My head throbs, while I try to swallow. My mouth has this dry and dusty feeling. Did I eat dirt on a dare? I remember the whiskey.

And an entire bag of chips.

And something smokey.

Was it the weird side effect of the pre-heat? Fine, maybe Zion was right and I should lay off the suppressants for a bit. But it would have to wait until after this weekend. And even then, it would likely only be for a few weeks over the winter holidays. I wonder if I could do a term online…I make a mental note to check the college's procedures when I get home.

The ringing continues, like a siren inside my head. As I try to turn and find the source with my eyes shut, hand outstretched, I realize I’m pinned in place by something huge, hot and breathing on the back of my neck.

What. The.Fuck?

An arm tightens around my waist, as lips press against the back of my neck.

What?

Fuck.

No. No. No.No.

What have I done?

My stomach rolls as nausea washes over me.

Zale grumbles, and pulls away to find the phone amongst the mess from last night.

My skin feels tight, and grimy but finally the ringing stops.

“Hello?” Zale says, his voice thick with sleep. The deep tones making my cock twitch.Traitor.“Mmmm. Okay.”

I sit up slowly, giving myself a moment to adjust so that I don’t throw up. Glancing over at him, he’s rolled over and is holding the phone pressed to his ear, his other arm across his face. He’s still shirtless and I hate myself for being drawn to his toned body.

Confused, I realize I’m not wearing my shorts, only my T-shirt, and as I start looking for them, the quilt across Zale’s hips slides lower. He’s completely naked.

Fuck.

Those cum gutters…

That V…

No. Goddess, what’s wrong with me?

Tugging on my shorts quickly, I try not to show more of myself than I already have. I could have sworn I’d gone to sleep dressed after we’d messed around…the first (and second) time. Memories of my second desperate orgasm make me cringe, the heat haze making me crazed.

It’s remembering the early morning orgasm that sends me spiraling. Whispers of ‘let me take care of you’ and ‘baby I’mhere’ make my chest ache. What had we done? I’d kissed him. Begged him to stay.

Swallowing, I get to my feet unsteadily and head into the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, I find some paracetamol in the cupboard. I know it won’t get rid of this horrible feeling, like ants under my skin, but it might help take the edge off my whiskey headache.

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