Page 46 of Last Resort

The night dissolved into soft sighs and shudders; fingers and other limbs caressed her, and no part of her was left untouched.

By the time dawn arrived, she was cuddled against Breen, Myro was resting his head on the curve of her hip, and she definitely wasn’t nervous about contact anymore. She smiled. She was a bit nervous that they were going to stick together when they woke up; their clothing had been discarded after hour one.

She yawned and said, “I think we have to get up and get ready.”

Myro pressed his lips to her hip. “Yes. We can help you skip the shower if you like.”

She blinked. “I am not going outside smelling like this.”

Breen said softly, “Aw. This scent is almost perfect.”

Myro sat up, blue-white flame moved over all of them, and the stickiness was gone. She looked at the table, and today’s outfits had arrived. They were exercise gear. “Oh, dear. Today is another day of watching me bite the biscuit.”

“Why?”

“Because I specialize in debugging, not sprinting. Even like this, I don’t want to do anything other than look around and enjoy the scenery.” She felt her face heat. “Take that any way you want.”

She slid off the now-cleaned bed and walked to the table, grabbing her sports bra and wrapping it around, zipping up the front. The shorts went on next, and then the loose tee with the Sityr logo went on top.

Poppy noted that they loomed on either side of her as they found their own clothing by virtue of the logos.

Myro asked, “Who delivers them?”

“Either Deno or the building itself. I am voting for the building, possibly the island.”

They pulled on running shorts and tees that denoted their companies.

“Right. I guess downstairs is next, huh?”

Myro smiled, picked her up, and kissed her. When she was back on her feet, Breen picked her up for the same treatment.

She got her balance back, put on her socks and sneakers, and stood up. “I am getting something to eat.”

They all trooped out of her room and downstairs. Deno and Serin were there with Estrya, and as Poppy glanced at the other omega, she had the same peculiarly satisfied and frustrated look that Poppy was feeling.

Estrya held up a second cup of coffee. Poppy nearly ran over. “Thank you.”

“Rough night?” Estrya smiled.

“No. It was... nice. What happened after I left?”

“Forza is on the quiet island for alphas in rut. She will get it out of her system either by meditation or generous volunteers to get it out of her system.”

“I haven’t noticed a female alpha going into rut before.”

Estrya rocked her hand. “It was more like you got her high. Think stimulant, not sedative.”

“Oh. So, she was drunk, sort of.”

“Yup. Don’t worry. She is getting treatment on a very nice private island.”

“Good. I didn’t mean her any harm, but I would have and that was going to get nasty fast.” She sipped at her coffee and sighed.

“Have some food. High on protein. Today, you guys are going for a helluva hike.” Estrya smiled and nodded, “Morning, Deno, Serin.”

They nodded, and Poppy took the advice and got some scrambled eggs and smoked meats along with fresh fruit.

Her knees felt pressure on either side, and she looked up to see Myro and Breen industriously working on breakfast. They sat together, and when they finished, Thera was there with the big camera on the tripod as they came out and lined up a decorous distance apart. Estrya smiled and began her patter. The other two members of the Daring pod that weren’t looming behind Thera came forward and helped them fit cameras on their arms, chests, and back.

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