Her body jerks as if I had alpha barked her, but I know I didn’t. Caelia keens as she comes and I grab her hip and use her body to follow. Black dots begin to fill my vision as I groan, cum filling my shorts as I drop back, holding her tightly.
“Fuck, oh my God,” I moan. “I can’t…stop coming.”
Caelia wraps her arms around me as our bodies shudder and twitch in the aftermath of our orgasms, until my alarm begins to ring. She flinches as the real world encroaches on our bubble, and I press my lips against her temple.
“I’m going to wash your hair, feed you, and then we’re going to call roadside assistance, okay?”
“Yes,” she says, doing a solid impression of a ragdoll as she slumps against me.
Nothing like starting the morning with a sated omega. If I could, I’d spend every day like this.
15
CAELIA
I’m torn between being excited to get home so I can change because I’m wearing yesterday’s panties, and sad that I have to go.
Miles holds my hand as we go down the elevator, and I smile when Santo and Levon join us. Santo glances at my hand linked in Miles’ before coming closer to cup my face.
“Good morning,” I murmur, looking up at him.
“Fuck, you’re pretty,” he mutters, leaning down to kiss me. His lips are firm and soft, teasing me to open for him. My hand fists in his shirt and I marvel at all the firsts we seem to be having.
Santo is an incredible kisser. I feel lightheaded as he lifts his lips, and we’re both breathing hard.
“It’s definitely hot in here,” Levon murmurs.
Miles chuckles, ushering us forward as the doors open.
“Someone offered to give your car a jump before we called roadside assistance,” he says. “Yvonne’s brother runs a local towing service apparently.”
“When did you find that out?” I ask, dazed.
“I called downstairs last night while you were in the bathroom,” he explains.
“Wait, where did you sleep last night?” Levon asks, confused.
“There weren’t any rooms,” Miles explains. “By the time I realized, I’d already shooed you two off to bed.”
“I slept in Miles’ room,” I add, checking to see if that’s going to cause an issue.
“I’m jealous,” Santo pouts as we walk. “Not in any way that’ll cause an issue, but I wish you’d stayed with us instead.”
“Snooze you lose,” Miles teases him.
“He wanted to sleep on the couch,” I mumble.
“God, those things are tiny,” Levon groans. “I feel like I’m going to break it if I sit on it. Tell me Miles actually slept.”
“I had a wonderful pillow,” Miles shrugs.
“Lucky bastard,” Levon mutters as I grin.
My hair is wet and tangled down my back, but it should dry by the time I get home. Poor Dad is driving my Buick, because he insisted I drive his. He told me he trusted the SUV more, and there’s some serious irony there.
“I still have the car keys from last night, so I’ll drive us out to the cafe,” Miles says, walking over to the front desk to talk with her.
“I’m going to have my dad take the SUV in to have it looked at,” I say softly as I watch Miles. “He drives us everywhere instead of taking the bus.”
