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Once in my room, I close the door and rip my jacket off, flinging it onto the small armchair in the corner. I pad blissfully barefoot over to the wardrobe and shove the sliding door open. Turning to the bed, I yank the duvet off and hold it to my nose, breathing in Richard’s scent from when he slept here briefly earlier. It sends a beautiful shiver across my skin, giving me goosebumps. Pulling it away from my nose, I lay it on the wardrobe floor and then grab the pillows from the bed. Kneeling down, I arrange the duvet to my liking and then lovingly place the four pillows encased in the most amazing, cool, white cotton covers, artfully scattered for maximum comfort. Once satisfied with my little nest, I stand up and move across to the window, opening it further to allow more air into the spacious, minimalist room. Pulling the curtains half across, I strip off and shove my sweaty clothes and jacket into the laundry basket in the bathroom. Removing the tie from my ponytail, I scoop my hair up and wrap it into a bun, snapping the tie back around the bunched-up hair. Stepping into the huge power shower, I turn the taps on and revel in the cool water hitting my slightly fevered skin. I worry a little over what a full-on heat will feel like if this is a suppressed one. Will I be able to cope with it? Maybe over winter when it’s freezing, and the warmth will be welcome. It would be unbearable in this August heat.
A few minutes later, having cooled down and washed up, I turn the taps off and step out, dripping wet, enjoying the breeze from the open bedroom window against my damp skin.
I reluctantly dry off, and then slip into the cream silk shortie pjs, which are the only ones I brought with me on my trip to see Morgan. Shrugging that it can’t be helped, it’s not the end of the world if the alphas see me in this over dinner. In fact, it might go nicely with dessert.
Giggling at my rampant sexual thoughts, I grab my phone and text my dad that I’m here safe and sound as I crawl into my nest. With a heavenly sigh, I curl up, flicking through my phone and landing on the news website. I keep the tab open, hoping to see news of Mick and his men’s arrests in the morning before placing it next to me. Closing my eyes, I fall straight to sleep, happy and secure in this house full of my future mates.
ChapterThirty-Eight
William
It’s late. Nearing midnight. It’s warm and cloistered, the humidity in the city making it difficult to sleep. Sitting in the armchair near the open window to try to grab any bit of breeze that may filter through, I focus on the book in front of me. It’s a useless distraction. The rut is pretty much occupying all of my thoughts. The primal side of me wants to barge into Rayne’s room and savagely take her body until I knot inside her, but I would rather rip my own cock off than violate her in any way. The others feel the same. It was something we discussed over dinner earlier with her absence.
We haven’t seen Rayne since she left to shower earlier. Cameron popped his head in on her a while ago, when dinner was ready, but she was fast asleep in her nest, so we left her. She will wake and find food when she’s ready.
Almost as if thinking about her made her appear, I see her walking past my open door, yawning and stretching her arms.
“Oh, hey,” she says, stopping in the doorway. “You’re up late.”
“Couldn’t sleep.” My gaze quickly flickers over her creamy skin exposed in depth by the scant pyjamas she’s wearing.
“I did not have that problem,” she giggles. “I missed dinner.”
“Are you hungry?” I ask, motioning to stand up, but she shakes her head.
“Don’t get up. I’ll grab something and head back to bed.”
“I want to,” I insist, but stop midway to rising when she takes a step into the room. I freeze, my blood pounding in my ears at her nearness.
“What are you reading?” she asks, her voice low and husky from her deep sleep.
“Shakespeare,” I say, sitting back down so I don't loom over her and scare her away. She is tiny. Fragile like a China doll. I don’t want to break her.
“Wow, heavy stuff for nearing midnight.”
I shrug. “I actually don’t mind it.” I’m not coming clean about studying English Literature at Oxford. She’ll think I’m a total nerd. For some reason, I want her to think I’m manly and capable of protecting her. Shakespearean Sonnets don’t exactly scream that.
“Me either,” she says, dropping her tone even lower as she approaches me, standing directly in front of me in her little silk pjs. Her breasts are full and perfect from what I can see, even though I’m trying not to look at them.
I clear my throat and glare into her eyes.
She bites her lips and steps back. “Sorry, am I too close?”
“Not close enough,” I growl.
Her eyes hood with desire and I throw caution to the wind. My cock is aching, and she is tempting me in ways that are previously unheard of. I have to conclude that if she didn’t want me to look at her, she wouldn’t be standing here half naked. Maybe that’s being boorish of me, but that’s where I’m at right now. I reach out and take her hand, drawing her closer.
“Is this okay?” I ask.
“More than,” she breathes, inhaling my scent and letting out a little mewl.
It’s more than I can bear. I drag her onto my lap, settling her close enough so that her hand rests lightly on my chest.
Her gaze on mine, she grinds gently down over my hard shaft, a soft purr escaping her lips. I growl in response and cup the back of her head, drawing her mouth to mine in a crushing kiss that leaves me breathless. She wraps her tongue around mine, rotating her hips and riling me up to the point where I don’t think I can stop.
“Are you sure you want this?” I murmur against her mouth.
“Yes.”
