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But then Miles frowns at me. "You didn't get off earlier."
I shrug. "I have plenty of opportunities to get off. This wasn't about me."
Miles regards me for a moment before turning his face to Damien and drawing him in for a kiss. "This is not me taking charge. This is metelling you that our omegaisgetting her pussy eaten until she comes—so if you don't do it, I will."
"I'd like…" he crawls over to me, "I'd like to take the reins now, if that's okay."
"Whatever you want, Damien." I murmur.
A slow grin takes over his face as he gets on his knees and fists the hair at the back of my head, tilting my face up to him so he can kiss me deeply. "Thank you," he murmurs against my lips, "for letting me let go, even if it was just for a minute." His words are laced with sincere emotion, and my chest tightens.
"Thank you for trusting me with that side of yourself."
His hand tightens in my hair as he leans down to plunder my mouth again, and this time, I melt into him. I feel Miles gently take my hand and squeeze before I feel the mattress creaking, hear the bathroom door slowly snick shut, and the shower turn on.
His tongue is sinful, his touch electric as his free hand reaches around to grab my waist. He pulls back slightly, and I swallow a deep lungful of air.
"Damien…" my voice is a whine, the ache between my thighs a million times worse than it was two minutes ago.
"Shhh, bright eyes," he murmurs, kissing down my jaw. "I've got you."
In the next moment, my back is on the bed, Damien is spreading my thighs, and he's looking at my dripping pussy in appreciation.
"Mmm," he licks his lips, "did that turn you on? Ordering me around and watching me suck off your omega?" Words fail me—all I can do is nod with wide eyes before he takes two fingers and swipes them through my dripping folds. "So damn wet."
Then his mouth is on me. It's like my body is an instrument, and his tongue is little fingers plucking and pulling my strings, making me unravel in the best way.
It only takes a few minutes under his skilled and practiced tongue for me to completely shatter, my slick soaking his face as he licks me through my orgasm, my hands nearly white from fisting the sheets.
When my body stops convulsing, he finally pulls away, climbing halfway up my body before resting his head between my boobs. My fingers stroke through his hair, and if betas could purr, I'm sure he'd be doing that.
The shower shuts off after a moment, and I grin, knowing how Miles will react when he gets out of the shower. "Damien?" My voice is quiet.
"Hmmm?"
"I'm not telling you to move, but I'm just warning you, this is Miles' favorite spot."
"He can fight me for it." Damien mutters, nuzzling into me.
I laugh quietly, but when Miles comes out, he doesn't gasp and point proclaiming, "That's my spot!" like he does with Kieran. No, he climbs into the nest, curling his body into mine before throwing an arm around Damien.
I guess I could take a little nap.
Chapter 38
Brody
Icould have told Bethany that the reason I was staying late was to make sure everything for her restraining order to be filed was put together properly, but then she would have insisted it could wait, and then I would have to tell her that if I don't do something about that pack, I'm liable to rip their throats out if they ever look at her again.
And I don't think even the best lawyers could get me out of that one.
Not to mention, now I need to look at her contract. Even if she doesn't want to work there anymore, we can still get them for wrongful termination if they just found some bullshit reason to fire her.
If she won't give me a copy of her contract, maybe I can ask Noah Beckham to pull a copy from the OMS database.
"Hey boss?" Kane knocks on my door, a worried look on his face.
"What's up, Kane?" I lean back in my chair, running a hand through my hair.
