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“Feel free to explore anywhere. If you find the kitchen later and get hungry, wake me up, and I’ll order something. The bar isn't open tomorrow, so we can talk and figure out a plan after we’ve all slept.”
She blinks up at him, looking so innocent and lost.
Saint simply smiles and drags me down the hallway.
“Aww, Saint. Let me go back and cuddle her.”
Saint drags me into the bedroom, and then slams me against the wall, dropping to his knees. I perk up and pay attention as he undoes my belt and my pants. In two seconds flat, my cock is in his mouth, and I’m hard. He is relentless, taking me with an aggressive hunger that I am completely there for.
I grip his hair and start fucking his face.
If there’s one skill I really, truly love about Saint, it’s his cock-sucking technique. He loves being on his knees.
“You thinking about her?” I say in a breathy growl. “Burying your cock and knot deep in her slick-covered cunt?”
Saint groans. His fingers dig into my thighs as I drag him down my cock until his nose is pressed up against my groin.
“Grip your cock,” I hiss at him. “I want to see you come.”
He gets his cock out and strokes roughly. He’s already sloppy, his pre-cum coats his cock. The way he strokes himself is criminal.
I keep up a steady rhythm, waiting for him to get close. As soon as I hear his moans, I fuck his face faster. Relentless, but then I know how far I can take it.
“You feel so fucking good tonight, Saint. Almost desperate. Do you want to fuck the little omega, too?”
His fingers tighten, and I watch as his body goes rigid. I let loose on my control and bury myself in my alpha, over and over, until I come down his throat. I look down at his pretty tear-stained face and cup his cheek.
“I love it when you look wrecked.”
Saint pulls off my cock and licks his lips. I kick my clothes off and help to tear his off as I walk us backwards and fall into bed in a tangle of limbs. I’d love to do more, but the truth is the three of us have been up for almost thirty-six hours now, and we’re all wrecked. Hunter’s already out cold, curled up on his side of the bed.
I grab my phone, turn off the lights, and arm the security before I curl into Saint, who cuddles closer.
“Do you think she would want us for her heat?” Saint asks.
“I can’t see why not.”
He grunts. “She seemed pretty freaked out. Terrified, actually.”
“We just need to show her we aren’t going to hurt her.”
“And what if she wants more?” Saint says. “They always want more.”
There’s no hesitation in my voice when I give him my answer. “There is no more to be had. We can help her get on her feet, go through a heat, and move on. That’s all the offer we have.”
“Perfect,” Saint purrs and kisses my shoulder.
Indeed. It is perfect.
Still, I can’t sleep. Exhaustion pulls at me, but I stare at the ceiling, wondering why an omega like Bethany is alone in the world.
How did she get to this point? I like people’s backstories. I think you can tell a lot about the person from their history. In a world full of people who have become bitterly predictable and disappointing, she is a breath of fresh air.
And she tastes amazing.
Why did I kiss her?
Impulse. Instinct.
