His fingers traced her bite on my shoulder.
“I have officially been collected,” I announced. Honestly, I love how she thought just as much of me as everyone else.
“Me, too. That’s okay?” Brennan shot me an anxious look as he took a bite.
“Of course it is.” I smoothed his hair. “Wanna take a shower with me before one of them shouts for us?”
I’d like a shower–and a little time with just Brennan. Spencer and Wes could take care of those two.
Brennan kissed me and picked me up. “Perfect.”
Chapter Sixty-Seven
Grace
“Oh, Alpha, yes,” I cried. Another orgasm shuddered through me as Spencer fucked me from behind over the arm of the chaise lounge.
“You feel so good, Baby Girl,” he growled. He pumped in and out of me as I held onto the chaise.
My head lolled back to steal a kiss.
“I’m going to cum, are you ready for my knot?” he asked as his balls slapped my ass.
“Oh, yes, Daddy,” I sighed. Mmmm, yes.Knot me, Daddy.
His hand stroked my clit as he seated himself inside me. Once his knot sealed inside me I came again, sucking in a breath as he came.
For a moment we just stood there, me over the arm of the chaise as he kissed me on the neck and held me.
“Like always, you take me so well. Mmmm, I love you so much.” He picked me up, us still joined, and curled onto the chaise with me, throwing a blanket onto us.
I looked over as Wes fucked Evan on the bed. So pretty. I wasn’t sure where Brennan and Jett were, probably in the anteroom. It felt like they were sleeping. I’d been sleeping too but needed a knot after my nap.
The foggy haze that I’d been caught up in since the Bureau of Investigation was leaving. Exhaustion replaced it. My pussy ached. I vaguely remember fitting three dicks in there on more than one occasion.
That was a whole lot of dicks.
My belly also complained. But the rest of me was pretty satisfied.
“I love you, too. I think I’ve gotten all my dicks and knots. You know, I might be ready for those crepes soon.” After that, a nice hot bath with the green fizzies with Evan.
“You think so?” He kissed my forehead. “You’re not warm and you don’t smell like you’re in heat anymore.”
“I just feel tired and hungry.”
“Okay. Would you like me to make crepes for you, or should we order them and have them delivered? I’m pretty sure it’s late morning on a Sunday. We should be able to order from a creperie without a problem. Otherwise, we can order what we need from the store to make them along with any toppings people would like.” He kissed my head again.
Toppings? “Like strawberries and chocolate with whipped cream?”
My mouth watered at the thought.
“Are we ordering food?” Jett walked into the bedroom, looking deliciously rumpled, my teeth marks on his shoulder. “If not, should I make something to tide us over until crepe-fest?"
“If we order crepes, could we still get ones with toppings?” I asked. Spencer looked tired, and crepes could be fiddly. Ordering out could be the way to go.
“Yes. Everyone could order what they wish–sweet or savory,” he said as Jett went to look for something.
“Later, will you make me soup and feed it to me in the bath? If you’re not too tired?” I gazed up at him. Yes, after my bath I wanted a nap, then another bath with soup.
