His shaft grows longer and thicker, jerking inside me. It only prolongs my orgasm, and I lose all connection with reality. It could be seconds or minutes that pass, but when I come back to myself, my front is plastered to his chest.
Moretti teases his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. A half second later, a ragged, underused purr vibrates from his chest.
An alpha purring for an omega is the ultimate comfort, but he was already doing a stellar job of setting me at ease.
I’m boneless and completely content.
“You doing okay down there?” he asks.
I nod.
He chuckles. “I usually prefer verbal answers, but I’ll give you a pass this time. I’m sure your throat is sore from all the screaming you just did.”
I smile, my forehead rolling around the top of his shoulder.
Wow.
That man didn’t need the boost to his confidence that I gave him.
He finally pulls his hand from between us, resting it on my lower back. “I should spank your ass red for not warning me.”
A shiver runs down my spine.
Well, shit.
I’m not sure I’d fight it if he tried.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Hawk
Moretti growls at me and Magnum anytime we get too close to Vanessa on the way out of the club. She smells like a combination of the two of them, indicating something happened between them in his office.
If I were Magnum, I’d be a fuck of a lot angrier than he is. He’s a good sport during the car ride back to the mansion, winking at Vanessa and chuckling as Moretti growls.
Hell, he even rolls with the punches when we make it inside the house and Moretti informs all of us that Vanessa will be sleeping in his room tonight.
Her jaw falls, and she shakes her head. “I promised Magnum that I would sleep with him in the nest tonight.”
“You’ll have to get a rain check,” Moretti says, cutting his eyes to Magnum. “You may have tomorrow night with her, but tonight is my night.”
She opens her mouth to protest, but my boss takes a similar approach to when she wanted to stay with us in the basement—tossing her over his shoulder, he takes off toward the back stairs.
“Hey, I made a promise,” she hisses.
“Yes, well, I didn’t,” he says calmly. “Tomorrow is the best I can offer. You need a warm bath, and I don’t trust you not to put your body through more than it can handle.”
“He is such a dick.” Magnum shakes his head, chuckling derisively. “I guess I’m going to jerk off in the shower and call it a night. Any idea where I’m supposed to sleep?”
If Vanessa will be with Emory, that means I’m free of the awful couch for a night. I briefly consider telling Magnum that he can sleep there, but I remember how upset she was that she couldn’t find much that smelled like him.
“Shower in the pack bedroom,” I tell him. “She stripped the sheets off the bed, but you can sleep in the nest. It’s comfortable.”
He nods, swiping a hand over his face. “Thanks, man.”
Moretti joins me at the breakfast table early the next morning. He fills me in on what went down with Grigoryan, and Magnum comes in partway through the story.
My head whips to the side, and I stare as Emory starts over at the beginning, giving all the details to the newcomer.
