“What were you supposed to do?”
“But I wanted you to get some sleep,” I protested.
“Not good enough, princess. I’m going to have to punish you for this.”
A delicious warmth spread through me at the threat. I couldn’t help it. “Daddy, no.” My lip jutted out in a pout.
“Don’t think being cute will get you out of this. But it will have to wait until the morning. Right now, you need to sleep.”
He grabbed my hand, gently pulling me back to the bedroom. I looked over my shoulder, and Henry winked at me. Fucking traitor.
Gray lifted me back into bed, laying me on my side and curling his body around my back. His arms locked around melike bands of steel, and he slung his leg across mine. I squirmed, trying to get free, but his hold was unyielding.
The threat of punishment and having his body pressed so close to mine caused slick to pool in my underwear.
“Gray,” I whimpered. “I need?—”
He chuckled. “I know what you need, princess. But naughty girls don’t get what they want.”
He slipped his hand down the front of my panties, cupping my pussy. “My needy little omega. If you had woken me up like you were supposed to, I could have given you orgasms to help you sleep. Too bad.” His voice contained mocking sadness and I growled.
“Shh,” he said. “Go to sleep, princess.”
“Aren’t you going to move your hand?” I asked.
He chuckled, his lips trailing down my neck. “No, I like it right where it is. Pressed against your sweet, needy little pussy. Feeling your slick as you lie there desperate for your alpha. It’s a good lesson for you, princess.”
I whimpered, trying to create friction against his hand, but I couldn’t with the way his leg was pinning my hip.
“Sleep,” he commanded.
I rolled my eyes. As if I’d be able to sleep like this.
After a few minutes, I realized he wasn’t joking. He wasn’t moving his hand. I took a deep breath, forcing my muscles to relax.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
“You’re mean,” I muttered.
He chuckled at the growl in my voice, and that was the last thing I remembered before I drifted off.
101
HENRY
I’d gone back to my room last night after Gray collected Westin. She’d decided she still wanted some nights with us one-on-one, but I bet she was regretting that decision with the threat of Gray’s punishment.
Or maybenotregretting it.
I grinned to myself. Westin was acting more like her usual self the further away she got from chemo, and I loved it. I was already planning our trip to Greece to celebrate the good news I was sure we would get soon. I could imagine her in a tiny bikini on the Greek islands, free of this tumor and ready to live the life she deserved.
I pulled on sweatpants, skipping a shirt because I was vain enough to love how she looked at me, and headed out to the kitchen. It was a quiet morning, and my heart leapt when I saw she was already up. She was on Gray’s lap, sitting at the kitchen counter, wearing a low-cut floral dress with a high slit that showed off her thighs. I wanted to dive in between them.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” I said, leaning in to give her a kiss. “How did you sleep?”
She squirmed a bit and her lips parted. “Fine,” she said, a hint of a gasp at the edge of her voice.
I raised my eyebrow, reaching up to grip her chin between my forefinger and thumb. Her pupils were blown and her cheeks were flushed.
