Page 82 of Perfectly Naïve
“Oh,” I rasp.
He hums against my breasts and moves his thumb faster as my own movements falter. I ride him unsteadily as all those sensations from before rush through me in rapid succession. Sawyer doesn’t ease me through it this time. He drags me through it writhing and screaming, his purr a steady song as I fall apart on his knot again.
I barely take a breath when he says, “Again.”
And all I can say is, “Yes, alpha.”
Sawyer and I are on the couch, cuddling and watchingThe Great British Baking Show,when the guys show up. Hayes comes in first, covered in grease and looking exhausted. Wilder follows, carrying the scent of the tattoo shop with him. The two of them stop and breathe in at the same time, that twin-sync coming out to play. Liam is texting so furiously that he doesn’t notice they’ve stopped walking and he crashes into them.
“What the fu—oh my god,” he says as he catches a whiff of the very potent air.
“Fuck, that smells good,” Hayes grumbles, scowling at Sawyer, who holds his hands up.
“Hey, I was only giving the omega what she begged for.”
I swat his arm. “Sawyer!” I chastise with a giggle.
He winks at me.
Wilder breathes in again and groans. “Dammit, now I need a cold shower.”
“You need a shower, anyway,” Sawyer calls as Wilder stalks to his bathroom. Wilder flips him off.
Hayes grabs a bottle of water and strides to the couch. He’s careful not to touch it as he gazes down at me. “Are you okay?”
A blush crawls up my neck. “I’m okay, big guy.”
He gives Sawyer a look. “You were nice?”
“Of course I was nice,” Sawyer grumbles. “What’s with you?”
“Ignore him.” Liam nudges him aside and drops onto the couch beside me, smirking up at the alpha. “He’s being all:Me alpha. Me protect.”
“Me kick your ass,” Hayes shoots back, kicking Liam’s leg.
“Ow! Fucker!”
“Me shower,” Hayes continues as he heads to clean up too.
“That really hurt,” Liam complains, rubbing the spot.
“Oh, poor baby,” I purr, patting his leg. “Better?”
“It will be,” he says.
My eyebrows pinch in question. I turn to look at him, but he catches my chin and captures my lips. Liam’s kiss is like coming home. Even though we never shared one when we were younger, our bodies recognize one another, and my muscles fully relax. I hadn’t realized they were holding tension until the pack got home.
It makes sense that I would be worried about having intercourse with Sawyer. Some pack dynamics thrive off competition, but my guys aren’t like that, and that was the reassurance I needed. To know that they’re not keeping score.
Liam breaks the kiss and pulls back to search my face. “How do you feel?”
“A little sleepy,” I confess.
He nods. “Sawyer has a big bed. Let’s get you there.” With Sawyer’s help, they lift me into Liam’s arms, and he carries me to the back of the house. Sawyer grins at me as he trails after us. Do alphas get an after-sex glow? Because he’s positively radiant.
Wilder appears, hair dripping wet, and his eyes widen. “Wait. Where are you going?”
“To sleep,” Liam calls, voice firm. “Liv is tired.”
