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I move my hands to Reagan’s back and pull her body toward mine until her breasts rub over my chest, her soft body molding to my muscles as I grind into her. I grunt, burying my face in the crook of her neck as my dick swells. Ever so gently, I bite her tender flesh. I won’t mark her, but the little pinch of pain should heighten her pleasure. That’s all I care about. She moans, and her entire body tightens, cum coating our skin as we find a release together.
“Marco,” she whimpers my name, begging for more.
“I got you,” I say, teasing her again with my teeth but never marking her no matter how much I fucking want to make her mine. I want this woman more than anything, but I won’t take from her what she’s not willing to give. That’s not how a mate bond should work. She has to want it.
For now, I claim her in the only way I know how. Fucking her until all she can do is cling to me while I control the movements. I can control this, if nothing else.
Once her heat is over, Reagan controls whether or not things change.
ChapterThirty-One
REAGAN
They spend five days with me, giving me everything I need. The three of them even carried me to the shower and helped me get cleaned up before returning to the nest. They give it to me like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I wake up to the three of them sleeping around me. I scrub my hand over my face, realizing my heat is over. Dread pools inside, and I carefully crawl out from under Lucas’ arms. He doesn’t stir. I worked them hard. I don’t remember much about the last few days, but I know there was a lot of sex.
My muscles are a smidge sore, but my vagina is one happy camper. A small after-sex pang races through me, and I bite back the desire to wake one of them up to have sex one more time. I don’t though; they’re probably exhausted. I’m honestly surprised they lasted as long as they did. I stand and stretch a little, gazing at the guys in all their snoring glory.
Maybe I should wake them up.
I don’t know if I can handle the change that has to come. I chicken out and go to the shower instead. I stand under the scalding stream and let it soothe away the tiny aches. Having sex for five days made my legs sore, but that’s more from straddling hips for longer than I’m used to. That’s over now though. I tip my head back, letting the water splash over my face. If someone were looking, they might think I was crying, but they’d be wrong. The door to the shower opens, and I rub my hands over my face, pretending to wash it before I turn around.
“Hey,” Marco says, eyes searching my face. “Can I join you?”
I bite my lip and nod, a little unsure of what to do now that my heat is over. “Should I go?”
“It would be a lot less fun if you did.” He smirks and steps under the water, getting his hair wet before tugging me into the spray.
I squeal and try to wiggle away but he presses into my back, keeping me caged within his arms.
“You thought you could run away?” he whispers into my ear. “This time, I’m fucking you in the shower and we’re going to remember every second.”
We step back and I turn in his arms, linking my hands behind his neck. His erection presses into my stomach, but he’s not focusing on that, at least not yet.
“My heat is over.”
“Like I give a fuck,” he says with a scoff. “I’m partial to all versions of Reagan.”
I bite back a smile. “What about the pre-heat one? She’s an asshole.”
“Mmm. Yeah she is.”
I swat his chest.
“But I still like her.” He ducks down and kisses my cheek.
“You’re being too nice.”
“I can be mean,” he says with a wicked smile. “Like making you scream so loud those fuckers wake up and hate me.”
“Hmm. That does sound kind of mean.” I go on my toes and kiss him. “I’m pretty sore though, so you may have to hold me up.”
He nods. “I can do that. I don’t work out just for fun.”
True to his word, Marco makes me moan his name loud enough that when we shut the shower off and climb out, Cory and Lucas are glaring at both of us from the closet door. Cory is fully dressed, but Lucas forgot his shirt, and I hate how distracting that is in this particular moment. I’m already out of my heat, and Marco literally gave me an orgasm less than a few minutes ago. Why does a kindling of desire spark inside of me? Marco snickers and grabs the only towel in the room, wrapping me up in it like he’s trying to protect my dignity.
Little late for that.
