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“If I tell you, I won’t get to make it for you again.” He raises an eyebrow and purses his lips in an effort to hide the smile I know is trying to break free.
He takes my spoon back and, to my absolute shock, slides it between his own lips and sucks on it. I blink several times, but I can’t stop staring at the spoon and his lips.
My heart thunders in my ears, my head feels light. All thoughts are gone as I watch him close his eyes and moan.
“I…”
My mind is completely blank, but my libido flares to life, working overtime as the spoon comes out of his mouth, and he looks at it before tossing it in the sink.
“Delicious,” he murmurs.
I let out a whimper.
He turns away, and now, I get an uninterrupted view of all those back muscles again. His pajama pants are low slung on his hips, but everywhere else are crests and valleys as each defined muscle gives way to the next.
Must look away. I’m flying far too close to the sun here.
I manage to drag myself away and turn to find Saint buttoning up the cuffs on his black shirt. It’s like a second skin.
I wheeze, but that, in turn, gives me a view of Crow, who is dressed in tight black jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt. He’s even got black eyeliner on. He is an incredibly beautiful man. They all are.
“I’ll-”
“Sit down, have breakfast, and then order some clothes,” Saint says over the top of my attempt to slither away.
“But-”
“You need help still. Has that changed since last night?” Saint asks, lifting his eyes to mine while he passes a coffee to Crow and another to Hunter, who takes it with a grunt. Both of them are staring at me as Saint grabs the last two mugs, walks slowly towards me, and presses a cup into my hands. “Do you still need help, Omega?”
I shudder, but I can’t look away.
“I don’t want to impose.” It comes out a whisper, which is not at all like me, but I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
“Taking care of you isn’t going to be an imposition at all,” Saint says in a murmur. He ducks his head down and inhales at my neck. He doesn’t actually touch me, but his powerful body, looming over me, taking in my perfume, is an intoxicatingcombination. When he adds a low growl, my knickers get instantly soaked.
My cheeks heat, and I stumble back, hissing as hot coffee spills over my fingers.
He takes the coffee out of my hands as Crow moves in, leading me to the kitchen table. He backs me into it, and then lifts me onto the corner. I blink as Saint returns with a wet cloth and bathes my hand.
I watch him do it, feeling all those teenage fantasies burst back to life. Is this real or some poverty-stricken dream? Maybe I got so hungry I fell into a coma?
“You’ve got to be more careful of this beautiful skin, Omega. We don’t want to see you scarred up,” Saint murmurs and brings my fingers to his lips so he can press fervent kisses to my skin.
I swoon.
But then I catch Saint’s scent. He smells like bourbon, deep with sweet notes and layers of scents that I can’t identify. I lean towards him, needing to inhale more. He growls fiercely and leans over me, pushing me back on the table. I find that spot so powerfully drenched in that scent right in front of my nose. I can’t help myself but to cover it with my mouth and suck.
His hands slide up my sides and then back down, dragging me up against the huge bulge hidden in his pants.
I need his knot.
He braces a forearm on the table near my head and pulls away from me. To my dismay, a pathetic whine escapes my throat. It’s needy and seductive, and I don’t know where it even came from.
“Saint, breakfast,” Crow says calmly.
Saint lifts off me but drags me up and sets me on the floor. His hand slides down my back and over the curve of my ass. I shuffle closer to him as he grumbles but pulls out a chair and maneuvers me into it. In seconds, he’s stormed from the kitchen and has gone, leaving me bereft.
“It’s all right, he’s gone to take care of something. He’ll be back,” Crow says and massages my shoulders.
