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“That’s Oli’s,” I murmur. “Are you okay with that?”
“Yeah,” she whispers, her arms caging me in as she kisses me. “I want the other shoulder.”
“Do it. There’s this beautiful place on your neck that I want.”
Taking a deep breath, she nods and bites me. My arms wrap around her as I feel myself losing my tightly bound control. Groaning, I come hard, and the second she raises her head, I bite her neck.
Mine. Ora e sempre.
Isolde screams as she finds her release, and I feel our bond hit me in the face just as I pass out from overstimulation.
At least I know that she doesn’t need me awake to ride me.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Isolde
My bed is moving.My hand reaches for something to steady myself, and I hear a hiss of pain. My fingers are squeezing something warm and…
Forcing my eyes open, I blink as I gaze up at Grant’s face as it twists in pain. Quickly releasing his nipple, I wince sympathetically.
“Oops,” I mumble, snuggling against his chest as he picks me up. “Why are we moving?”
My heat lasted for three and a half days and it just broke. I can smile since I remember most of it, which is something I wasn’t expecting.
“You are covered in things that I don’t want to discuss,” he mutters, his feet moving toward the small bathroom in the loft. I remember getting up to pee but that’s about it.
“I’m pretty sure that I have your cum leaking onto my thighs,” I tease him.
“Mmhmm,” he says. “And my bite on your pretty skin. How are you feeling?”
“Sore,” I admit with a small sigh.
“The warm shower will help then,” he says. “I’ll help you.”
The last words make me stiffen, and I begin to chew on my bottom lip. Grant was very focused on me during my heat. Did he notice my scars?
If he didn’t before, he definitely will notice them in the shower.
“I can shower alone,” I say, trying to sound blase about it.
“And?” he asks. “Alesso is making food since you haven’t eaten much, Oliver is playing with the baby, and Lucas is enjoying the chaos while he replies to emails.”
“Leila is playing?” I ask, jutting out my bottom lip. “She just sleeps and poops on me.”
Grant barks out a laugh as he sits me down on the counter next to the sink. The marble is cold on my ass, making me shift with a wince.
“I have a feeling she’ll be doing new things every day,” he says, turning on the shower. “You can’t help going into heat, and we’ve all been able to spend time with her in the meantime.”
“Are you telling me that I don’t share well?” I ask, crossing my legs uncomfortably. Maybe if I angle my body, he’ll stare at my tits instead of my thighs.
I’m not used to being nude around them. And yes, I realize how silly that is since I’ve been naked for several days now while they've been taking care of me.
It simply feels different now.
“You’re an omega to four different alphas, and three of them are involved together,” he snorts. “You share fine, until there’s a tiny human around.”
“I take severe offense to that,” I sniff, holding back a smile.
