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The scent of his arousal is like a heady drug that hits my system all at once. Euphoria pulses through my nerve endings, and I end up sucking on his tongue. I wish I was more focused so I could be sure I’m pleasing him, too, but the fog is so heavy, all I can do is gyrate my hips as I chase the pleasure that’s right there.

Using his hand in my hair, Shaw tugs me up. He doesn’t stop until I’m at an angle. I’m not sure how he accomplishes it, but my best guess is, he uses his feet as leverage to allow him to buck up against my drenched sex. “Gonna come all over your pretty pussy now, princess. Next time, I’ll be balls deep. Paint every inch of your cunt in my hot cum. Aww, fuck…” His voice is low and gravelly as he continues cursing under his breath.

I brush my clit, and even the uncoordinated touch sends me over the edge. “I’m there.”

My core convulses around nothing, and my nipples ache with the force of my orgasm. His hand on my hip tightens to the point there’s no way he’s not leaving bruises as he guides me to grind over his thickening length. It’s so intense that I would give just about anything to be able to feel him stretching my inner walls as he curses and comes.

I shudder through my orgasm, surprised I’m able to keep myself upright. His hold in my hair probably helps. Both of our chests heave as we struggle to catch our breath.

Shaw loosens his hold enough that I’m able to bend down to kiss him. It’s slow and sensual but filled with emotion.

I could go on kissing him like this forever… That’s how I know it’s my instincts that lead me to crawl down his muscular body.

He makes a grab for my arms, but I brush away his hands.

My tongue wraps around the tip of his shaft, and I suck away any of the remnants of his cum before lapping at his lower stomach. His smoky campfire scent spurs me on, and I grind against his shin as I lick up every drop.

“Fucking hell, Saylor,” he growls, pulling my hair back from my face. Once his skin is clean, I grab his cock and bring him back to my lips. He’s still mostly hard, and my tongue swirling around his length makes his shaft jolt. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He brushes his thumb over my cheek. “Such a beautiful mess.” He chuckles. “Mybeautiful mess.”

I don’t know if that’s a compliment, but my instincts preen in response. This time, I don’t fight him as he moves his hands under my shoulders and pulls me up, causing his crown to fall from my lips.

He stretches up and kisses me, despite the fact he has to be able to taste his cum. I follow as he pulls back, and he laughs, giving in for one more lazy kiss.

Shaw smirks, cradling my cheek in his huge hand. “Feeling better?”

The way my heart races can’t be healthy.

Sweet baby Jesus, he’s too hot when he grins like that.

I finally manage to nod, and he guides me to lie with my face on his chest. His fingers tease through my hair as he massages my scalp, and his other hand squeezes my ass. It’s the perfect combination of sweet and naughty.

My body is just settled enough that the abdominal cramps are gone, and I’m no longer desperate for dick.

A ragged, underused purr starts in his chest, and I bite my lip to keep from whimpering. There are no words to describe how safe and content I feel wrapped up in his campfire scent with his purr vibrating against my cheek.

The only thing that could make this moment better would be to have Leo, Valor, and Omen all snuggled up with us.

ChapterThirty

Saylor

I’ve always been a light sleeper. At home, I sleep with a fan for background noise. When it’s too cold for that, I use a white noise machine. Otherwise, I hear every little sound, and I’m not able to fall into a deep sleep. There are exceptions to that when I’m exhausted or sick, but whenever it’s time to start a new packet of suppressants, the sensitivity to sounds gets worse.

I brought it up to my doctor a few times, but she said it was normal and offered me a sleeping pill, which I declined.

My dad has always been weird about even allowing me to take stimulants for my ADHD. When I was a teenager, he only let the doctors try non-stimulant medications. They never did much, so eventually, I gave up. Having unmedicated ADHD means I have to study three times harder than the other students, but it’s something I put up with because I didn’t want to upset him.

I’m pretty sure he didn’t like the optics of someone learning his daughter wasn’t just neurodivergent but also needed stimulants to function. The more I think about him, the more frustrated I become. He’s always put what his voters would think above my well-being.

Then again, it’s probably a good thing that I don’t take any daily medications. It’s not like this place would provide them.

I’m not sure what wakes me up, but even Leo’s and Shaw’s soft snoring keeps me from being able to fall back to sleep. Shaw said they haven’t slept more than an hour or two since I was taken, so they clearly need the rest.

There’s no good explanation for why I feel so unsettled. It’s just an uncomfortable pit in my stomach that I can’t seem to shake. Shaw stopped purring at some point while we slept, and I almost wish I could lie on top of him and listen to it all over again.

I slid off him when I was snoozing, and though he’s cuddled close to my back, it’s just not the same. Then again, I’m an adult. I’m not going to be extra annoying and bother him while he catches up on some much-needed sleep.

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