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A clanging noise echoes through the house in an annoying alarm-like fashion, making me wince. It sounds like someone is smashing a spoon on a metal pan. Bram stirs at my side and turns, cracking a sleepy smile when he realises I’m staring at him. Who can blame me? The guy looks like a Greek fucking God!
“Wakey-wakey!” Callen’s annoying voice makes me collapse back into the pillows before he bursts inside without knocking.
“Hey!” I sit up. “I could have been naked!”
Callen smirks. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, princess.”
“Go to hell,” I groan, noticing the saucepan tucked under his arm and the whisk in his hand.
“Up and at ‘em,” he says, bashing the pan again to emphasise his point. “Seb wants to go over our plan before the others arrive.”
All my drowsiness instantly vanishes, and I throw the duvet back. “Have we heard from them?”
“They’ll be here this afternoon,” Callen replies. His gaze lingers on my thighs. “You might want to shower first, though.” He winks. “We don’t want Bram’s cum dripping all over the place. It’s a trip hazard.”
I yelp and look down, making Callen cackle. Asshole. There’s no cum at all, but Callen had me and knows it. Bastard.
“Jesus!” Callen covers his eyes as Bram gets up, stark naked. He approaches Callen, his dick swinging back and forth like a threatening pendulum. “Put it away, man!”
“We’ll see you soon, Callen,” I say pointedly as Bram pushes him out. “Tell Seb we’re on our way.” Bram slams the door behind him. “Has he heard of boundaries?”
Bram raises his eyebrows. You’re kidding, right?
My eyes stray to his dick, which is already hardening and begging for my attention. He notices and gives me his best ‘come back to bed’ eyes.
“No,” I say firmly, standing up. “We have to get ready.”
He corners me, tips my chin upwards to look into his eyes, and presses his cock against me. Are you sure about that?
Ignoring my lusty desires, I step away. “We’re going to kill Alaric today,” I remind him. “I need to be in peak physical form, not limping from taking too much cock!”
Bram chuckles as I head straight for a cold shower.
I need it after that…
When I’m done and completely cum-free, I change into comfortable, yet practical, tight-fitting leather trousers and a complementary black polo neck. They cling to my curves and show off my figure. When I was younger, I often felt too self-conscious about my body to wear tight clothes, but I shed those insecurities long ago. Who gives a shit that I don’t have a perfect hourglass silhouette with a tiny waist and boobs that fit into cute triangle bras? I have big tits, an arse, and grabbable love handles that the Dukes—and Bram—can’t seem to get enough of. I put on red lipstick and mascara, then tie my hair up in a high ponytail to keep it off my face. Now, I’m ready for business.
The others are already sitting around the breakfast table when I join them. Freddie wears a black, perfectly pressed suit with a tie, giving me serious James Bond vibes. I’m unsure whether he slept last night, but he looks better than he has in days. He’s styled his overgrown stubble into a cut-throat slick design, and he’s back to looking like his old self. Seb’s also opted for a formal look: grey trousers with braces over a white shirt. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and his top few buttons are loosened to reveal his inked skin underneath. Bram’s more casual in a plain white t-shirt and jeans, while Callen is sporting a black t-shirt with torn jeans, his fair hair still wet from showering.
Someone must have ordered food or gone out early to grab some because the island is laden with scrumptious breakfast treats: fresh juices, coffee, a pot of tea Bram has commandeered, alongside French pastries, cereals, and fruit bowls.
Aside from Callen, whose plate is already covered in croissant flakes, everyone else’s plates are untouched.
“We waited for you,” Seb explains, his voice husky.
Callen wolf-whistles. “You’re dressed to kill.”
“That’s the idea,” I reply. My chair screeches across the floor as I take a seat. “So, what’s the plan, Seb?”
“Let’s eat first,” he says.
I pour myself a stiff black coffee, ignoring my stomach’s desperate need for a delicious Pain au Chocolat.
“Talk first, eat after,” I demand.
“She knows what she wants,” Callen says. “You can’t keep a woman on the edge for long. Although Ivy likes to be kept on the edge, don’t you?”
He winks while I try to avoid thinking about how he fucked me over the ledge of a building a few days before.
