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She doesn’t trust me—with her body or her heart.
I don’t blame her.
But I think it may be time to do something drastic.
chapter
forty
Every morning, I wake up between two hard walls of muscle.
Two bickering walls of muscle.
“Your toes are touching me,” Cassian grumbles, tightening the forearm around my waist to bring my back flush with his chest.
“Yeah, and your arm is under my pillow,” Damon smirks. “Did you have a point? Other than being a pain in the ass?”
“Shh. You’re going to wake her up.”
“No, you’re going to?—”
I blink, finding Damon’s stunning blue eyes inches away from mine. In the soft morning light, his black hair is glossy and disheveled. He winces. “Sorry, sweetness. I tried to tell Cass to pipe down.”
My bear reaches around me to punch his packmate in the bicep. “Dick.”
I giggle, and Damon grins, leaning close to kiss me and murmur against my lips, “Best sound in the world, pretty girl.”
Cassian’s face nuzzles at the back of my neck, scent-marking me. “Huh,” he grunts, grumpy as ever. “You finally got me and D to agree on something.”
I laugh again, snuggling back into Cassian’s thick, solid embrace. His lips graze my shoulder lightly, followed by his teeth, eliciting a burst of perfume that has me hiding my face in my hands.
Damon isn’t having that, though. He plucks my fingers to the side so he can see my eyes. Still grinning crookedly, he adds his hands to the mix, sliding one down to trace my nightgown-covered curves.
“Mmm…” He glances over my head at his packmate. “I think we owe our omega for waking her up.”
Their omega. My stomach flutters with excited tingles.
Cass grinds his hardening cock across my backside, teasing me, and concurs, “It’s only fair.”
Heat flashes through Damon’s aqua irises. “I have an idea.”
I squeal as he grips my hips and rolls, yanking me on top of his big, beautiful body. Sunlight slants through the arched windows over us, pooling between his abs, highlighting the grooves carved into his pelvis.
By the time I realize he has no boxers on, he’s spreading my slick core over his perfectly-waxed pubic bone, softly gliding the hard ridge over my slit. I moan, and he answers with a strangled sound.
Beside us, Cassian huffs. “Is this for her or you?”
Damon casts him an annoyed look, sighing. “The man has a point, sweetness. Putting my cock in your pretty pussy isn’t exactly penance.” A spark ignites in his eyes. “Besides, I told you: I have an idea.”
In one fluid ripple of movement, he lies back and pulls my body up to his face. He almost has me over his shoulders when I freeze up, protesting.
“What?!” I burst, my face heating. “No. I can’t—I can’t?—”
“Sit on my face? Gush slick all over my chin? Drown me in your sweetness?” Damon blinks up at me, all false innocence. “Why not, baby?”
I cringe, shifting on my knees to hide the effect of his words. It’s useless, though, when twin trails of slick roll down my parted thighs.
Cassian’s big hand lands on my back in a soothing caress. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to, Rems. But, trust me, D would love it.” He raises one thick brow. “Hell, I would love it.”
