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The adrenaline of the show and the aftermath start to wear off, reminding me that it’s close to four in the morning. My body grows heavy.
“Sleep,” Dario whispers, tangling his fingers in Alex’s hair. “It’s going to be a long few days.”
Chapter 38
The sun has barely crestedthe sky when the trailer rocks with the tell-tale sign of it being hooked up to the caravan. It startles me awake, and I have a minor freak-out.
Where are we going?
Jude must feel my confusion through the bond, a new development that tied us all together after Alex bonded Dexter last night. He peels one eye open.
“Tony is taking us to Florida. We’re going to attack this bullshit head-on.”
I grin. Jude isn’t just the most dominant of all of us. He’s clever and strategic. He’d have to be to run a show like this without it falling apart.
I’m one of those people who, once I’m up, I’m up for good, so I slip out of the room and go to make a pot of coffee. I have no doubt we’re going to need to drown in it over the next few days.
All the others are piled in the nest or sleeping on the floor around the bed, and I narrowly avoid tripping over Dexter on my journey to the kitchen.
Next time Alex goes into heat, we should consider renting a suite at a hotel or something. We’re going to be sick of one another when this is all said and done.
I swear as I open the cabinets and realize Alex only has instant espresso. I forgot that she only drinks café con leche.
No matter. I can adapt.
I find a gallon of milk in the fridge, pour a healthy amount into a pot, and place it on the stove to boil. After I locate a bag of sugar and a spoon, I watch the pot.
That adage about a watched pot never worried me. I don’t want to serve anyone scalded milk.
After it boils, I add a generous amount of sugar and several teaspoons of instant coffee, stirring until it reaches the perfect milky brown color. A soft sigh reaches my ears, and I turn to see my Omega leaning in the doorway, naked, her skin flushed red and her eyes bloodshot.
“Coffee?” she whimpers, stumbling to me.
It’s hard to ignore the fact that she’s fully exposed with my packmate’s cum still inside her. I can smell the cordial cherry scent of Jude even from here.
I manage to do so, and it’s an award-winning performance.
“Here you go.” I hand her my mug. “It’s a little hot.”
She shakes her head and blows on it once before taking a long sip. I didn’t expect to see her up and moving and so clear-headed this early in her heat.
Almost as if the thought triggers something inside her, she puts the cup of coffee down and nearly tackles me onto the couch.
“Beta.” Her voice is aggressive as she pulls at my shirt. I chuckle and slip it off. Her hands are immediately on my skin, touching every part of me as she purrs in delight.
I let her touch all she wants, enjoying the light ticklingsensation. Eventually, touching isn’t enough for her, and she drops to her knees in front of me.
I can barely contain my groan when she rips my boxers off and pulls me into her mouth. I’m only half hard, but that changes as soon as she swallows around me. I place one hand on the back of her head, applying gentle pressure to encourage her to keep going.
“More,” she says, popping off me. “Choke me.”
My mouth falls open. It takes me a minute to recover from the shock.
“We didn’t go over boundaries,” I say softly. “And with your trauma around it-”
“Not with your hands,” she interrupts. “With your cock.”
Quinton’s laugh reaches my ears from where he stands in the doorway of the nest. “Well, if you don’t take her up on it, I sure as hell will.”
