“You are so my good boy. Mmmm, I like the texture. It’s the best fidget toy.” She toyed with my piercings.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Evan chuckled.
“Get in there.” Moving her bikini bottoms aside, she just impaled herself on it.
I stilled, waiting for her to move–or realize that I wasn’t the alpha she wanted. Was I really going to do this? Yes. I cared about her, and it would calm her down. Evan’s cock wouldn’t hit the same pressure points as an alpha’s.
Grace just hummed and laid her head back on my chest.
“That’s what you needed?” I asked, this feeling far too comfortable.
“Much better.” She patted me on my head, sleepily. “Now, hold me. Such a good boy.”
“You’re going to nap on his cock?” Evan laughed.
“Shhh. I’m sleeping.” Grace made a contented noise.
I wrapped my arms around her. “I’ve got you. Go back to sleep, Grace.”
“Good boy.” Evan grinned.
I shot him a look. “That stays between us. She’s probably high on whatever drugs they gave her. So, I just lay here, and she naps with my dick inside her?”
“Full body cuddles make her feel better. She cares about you, too, Bren. You know that, right?” Evan said softly.
“Yes.” I planted a kiss on her head. “I care about her as well.”
Hopefully, she wouldn’t regret this in the morning.
Chapter Five
Spencer
Pain rippled through me. I moved and felt another jolt. “Ow.”
“Spence?” a sleepy female voice croaked.
Opening my eyes, my surroundings came into focus. A hospital room? Oh. Memories of Adriana trying to stab Grace, and me stepping in front of her came back to me.
I looked over at Grace, who was curled into my side. She smelled of Brennan and Evan. Wes slept on the couch. No one else was here. I had no idea what time it was.
“Spence, you’re awake.” Grace’s blue-grey eyes gazed at me.
“Hi, Darling.” My hand reached out and stroked her hair. “I feel a little shitty.”
“That bitch stabbed you. But you’ll be okay. Alpha healing and all that. I’m sorry.” She sniffed. “I’m so sorry you were hurt and had to have surgery because of me.”
The angst in our bond hurt my soul.
“It’s not your fault, Baby Girl. Don’t think it is for one minute.” I wanted to lean over and kiss her, but that took too much effort. So, I stroked her hair again and sent her reassurance through our bond.
“Okay. Bren, Wes, and Evan said that, too, but I needed to make sure,” she whispered.
“I love you.” I tried my best to pull her to me.
She snuggled into me more. “I love you, too. It’s morning. They sedated you after the surgery and gave you the drugs to bring you out of it an hour or so ago. Bren dragged Evan off to the hotel. Jett and Riley are there too. They’ll be back. Wes is here with us.”
“Areyouokay?” I had vague memories of her not being okay.
