My fingers thread through hers as I lay facing her and she slowly relaxes in the bed.
Her and Izzy are asleep as Harlan and Kyren make their beds on the floor, and they stand and watch our omegas sleep before their gazes snap toward mine.
“If Aiden and Sloane find out about Luke touching Lexi, he’s dead,” Harlan says. “If that’s the case, I want a piece of Brad. He tried to break Silva.”
“He didn’t succeed,” I reply, getting comfortable as I go back to watching Silva sleep. “I’m down to kill Brad. Can you find out where he’s living?”
“Ha. Yes, of course,” Kyren scoffs while I chuckle under my breath. I knew that would grind his gears. “Wait, you’re fucking with me, right?”
“Always,” I murmur, closing my eyes with a yawn. I haven’t slept enough. “Go to bed. If Izzy isn’t in heat in the morning, Ihave work to go to and you have to pack your shit up from Tea’s place.”
“Sure, Mr. Bossy pants,” Harlan snorts, laying down.
The sound of soft breathing lulls me to sleep, and somehow it feels right that we’re all in the same room. Guess I’ll have to add getting a bigger bed to my to do list.
Chapter Twenty
Isidro
“Stay in bed with me,” I murmur, my arms locking around Silva’s waist. My skin feels clammy, and my body is starting to slick. It’s such an odd feeling after going so long without, but it always is when I go into heat.
It’s enough to feel crazy as the feeling of being “other” drips from my asshole and cock.
“You’re making it very difficult to want to get up,” Silva sighs happily.
Syrus went to work at five-thirty in the morning, while Kyren just left for the bed and breakfast to get our things. I’m not sure if Silva has work tonight, but I really don’t want her to leave.
My cock is heavy and hard. I can’t help grinding against her ass as I whimper.
“I can’t help it,” I complain. “I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
“Izzy, you don’t need to do that,” she says, turning her head to kiss my lips.
Groaning, I perfume as I push the blankets away to grind my cock against her skin.
“Silva,” I rasp against her lips. “Please. You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“Am I?” she teases. “You’re not allowing me much movement, baby. I can’t take my shirt off without you letting me go.”
The haze surrounding my mind lifts for a moment and awe floods me. Silva had such an intense nightmare last night, she was willing to claw Syrus’ eyes out in her sleep. Now, she’s teasing me in the light of day about keeping her restrained.
The two instances are very different, yet the fact that Silva so easily can recognize that is astonishing. God, she’s amazing.
“I guess I’ll let you go if it’s to strip,” I pout, releasing her. Sitting up, Silva hides a smile as she pulls her shirt over her head.
Her soft skin is perfect, healed from everything her foster brothers did to her. One day, my unit will kill them and no one will know or care that their existence has been scrubbed from the universe except for us.
“Come here please,” I beg, pulling her over my body.
Her naked cunt slicks as she rocks over my cock, and she leans over me to kiss my lips. The kiss begins slowly, until I’m moaning into her mouth, my hand squeezing her ass as I control her movements. I need what I need.
I won’t apologize for it as reality feels like it splits until all that matters is her. I can’t even remember why Harlan left the room, but I know it was kind of important.
Oh well.
I took her hair out of its braid when I first woke up, so it’s a wild cascade of curls over my body. My fingers happily get tangled in them as I fist my hand to control our kiss. It’s becoming more desperate, and all tongue and teeth as she moans.
“What can I do to help you?” she whispers against my lips.
