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The cry I let out is embarrassingly loud.
But his lips descend on my mating gland, licking, sucking, and nibbling until my vision whitens. He nuzzles the spot, merging our scents together until I’m bucking against him.
Then, I explode.
I tilt my head back and scream, my body spasming as slick pours out of me. River growls into my skin as he nips up my neck, his teeth sinking in just above my gland.
He mimics the mating bite, the sharp sting of his teeth making me gasp out my release.
“Alpha,” I gasp out. “River?—”
“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect.” His breath hitches and his hips thrust forward. “So fucking good, what did I do to deserve you, fuck…”
His hips stutter as his own release hits him, sending me into another orgasm.
Without even a finger against my clit, he continues to send me over the edge.
Eventually, my vision returns to normal, and my breathing slows.
The cramps have disappeared.
River nips at my neck. “Holy shit,” he breathes. “We need to take walks more often.”
“Mmhmm,” I mumble.
I’m a mess, but I can’t bring myself to clean up. A wave of exhaustion hits me, and my eyes are closed when I feel the weight of the bed shift. I open them when River peels the blankets off of me and gently pulls my bottoms off.
“You don’t have to do that,” I murmur as he brings a washcloth to my sensitive core.
“Worshipping you is my kink,” he says, amused. “And it’s not very nice to kink shame, baby.”
I chuckle.
But before I can think of something clever to say, I drift to sleep as River cleans me up.
28
SKYLAR
Tammy doesn’t let me return to the café for another week, despite my protests.
I don’t care what my doctor’s note says, but apparently, everyone else does.
I’m ready to go back.
After another check-up and a few more blood tests, I’m officially free to return to my favorite place.
Vincent, River, and Landon take turns spending the night at my house. River and Landon join me in my nest, but Vincent stays on the couch the two nights he visits.
Ever since our conversation at the café, we haven’t talked very much. I still feel him watch my every move, assessing me, but it’s as if he’s shy now.
I know I shouldn’t be mad at him. He wants to protect me. But my feelings of helplessness and guilt don’t go away just because he uses logical arguments.
Screw logic. I would risk everything to find April.
I was serious when I suggested being used as bait, as ridiculous as it sounds.
I’d do it in a heartbeat.
