Sam sighs, looking exasperated. “Alright, fine. But no sex—”
I scoff. “Please. Don’t assume you have a ticket to my vagina just because I want you to sleep in my bed.” Really, I agree with him, but he doesn’t have any right to dictate that for me. Not when he somehow, despite having helped me cover up a murder and breaking me out of Thornfield, manages to seem so wishy-washy about everything.
I don’t wait for him to answer. I detangle myself from Hayden’s hold and turn to go back to the bed, where Kole is waiting with the rest of my shake.
Rolling my eyes at him, I suck down the remainder, noting how I already feel a good deal better than I did pre-bath.
Then I settle myself in the sheets and blankets, sitting with my back against the headboard between Kole and Hayden. Sam and West trail into the room, looking like scolded puppies. They set themselves up on the edges of the bed.
“Anyone know what time it is?” Hayden yawns, laying his head in my lap.
“It’s around two in the morning.” West answers, punching his pillow a few times. I try not to ogle the way his muscles ripple when he does that. He’s way more cut than I expected for a man who sits behind his desk all day.
“You are drooling,Lisichka,” Kole teases, wiping the corner of my lips. I catch his finger with my teeth, biting gently. His eyes are heated as he pulls it away and sticks it into his mouth, soothing the sting.
“What? Sammy said no sex, he never said I couldn’t look. Though even if he did, I wouldn’t listen, because the only time he’s allowed to tell me what I can do with my own body is if he’s directin’ one of your dicks into one of my holes.”
Both Sam and West groan while Hayden chokes on a laugh, and Kole grins maniacally. It’s surreal, looking at my guys piled into bed with me. Like we’re some kind of real pack or something.
Doing nothing to suppress my smile, I press a brief kiss to both Kole and Hayden’s lips. “Well, goodnight. We’ll talk more in the mornin’.”
Laying down, I breathe a sigh of contentment when Kole wraps his arms around me from behind. Hayden lays on his side in front of me, staying further down the bed so he can bury his face between my breasts and band his arms around my legs.
I don’t know who turns the lights off, but I knock out quick, feeling the most satisfied I have in my entire life.
“I don’t care, I’m not waking her up.” Sam’s voice has me rousing from a deep sleep, but I don’t open my eyes. The blankets are too soft, the bed too cozy. “She’s been out for nearly thirty-six hours, her body is still recovering.” A sigh. “Hold on.”
Gentle hands rub my back. “Trouble? Can you wake up for me?”
I groan, burying my head in the pillows. “Why?” My arms fling out to grab one of my men, but I’m met with nothing but cold sheets.
“Your brother wants to talk to you. Make sure you’re alive.”
“Tell him to fuck off.”
A startled laugh leaves him. “She said to—okay, yeah you heard her.” He sighs again. “Fine.”
The click of a button. “You’re on speaker.”
Declan’s tired voice sounds through the phone. “Princess? These fuckwits treating you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I groan, rolling over and kicking the blankets off.
“Fucking hell.” Sam yanks my shirt down, and I glance at my bottom half, remembering I’m only wearing a big tshirt and no underwear.
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, Dec. I’m good. I gotta pee, okay? Let’s check in tomorrow.” I feel a little bad brushing him off like this, but I reallydohave to pee. But then, reality hits me in the face as I sit up with a jerk. “Wait!” I crawl across the bed and take the phone from Sam. “Is Brooks’ talkin’? How’s Mabel? Did she wake up yet? Is she askin’ for me? Is she scared? Can I talk to her?”
“Slow down, Jo.” Dec sounds exhausted. “Mabel…she woke up a little bit about a day ago, asking for you. The other omegas are with her so she knows she’s safe, and I have Maeve keeping an eye on them. She’s been sleeping a lot, which I think is to be expected considering what she’s been through. She won’t let any males near her though, so all my information is secondhand.”
Okay. She has other omegas with her. That’s good, right? But…why does Declan sound so…put out?
“Declan…?” I ask slowly, not sure what it is exactly that I want to say.
“Jo…?”
My words are clumsy, my thoughts a jumbled mess as I try to make sense of them. “What…why do you…” I huff in frustration. “You’re bein’ weird,” I say finally.
“How so?” He sounds so damn innocent, and that’s how I can tell he knows exactly what I’m talking about.
