AM
split second, I didn't
bed was too big, too soft. My body felt... s
go
t ni
s darting around and l
essly across the bed, hair messy, lips parted s
hurt myself because if I stared any lo
already hitting
the type to wake up early, smooth his hair, drink coffe
spered into my p
ed to
e gasp at the soreness in my thighs, and began
eing to the door, my fingers
ight into a wall o
d, stumb
pologetic. A mug of coffee in his hand like th
bright amber, hi
y reached the flaccid monster between his legs, then shot straight to the wa
o l
tilting his head. "And where exac
managed, staring very
rose in genuine surprise. "Most
aw dr
y, r
not like m
e murmured, amusemen
spond, a voice rum
Arlo muttered, "you shouldn't run when we
ight behind me, a grin tugging at the corners of h
also
hy was I sandwiched between two giant, naked, v
sleep just now
e not exactly as quiet
Kael's warm breath brushed my shoulder f
t was a mistake. A one-time thing. We
ough. "You think we're done with you? We'
s voice dipped to that dangerous so
t kicked pai
"We probably won't even
we don't 'run into' people. If w
llowed, gathering whatev
ave t
ted just enough for me to breathe again
an ma
e, with enough Alpha energy behind th
said. "You're not walking out lo
my entire body
to my legs, then back up w
are
mortified b
ast me into the room.
n't ne
it," Arlo said, alread
nds to my face,
I gotten myself into
*
ates of the Whitebrock estate
and Kael had done to me. The ache between my thighs wasn't subtle. It
to the hallway leading to my
coming from dres
y eyes closed
uc
there, leaning against the wall lik
d to him
id. "We're not married anymore. Wha
e you're still a Whitebrock wol
but didn't le
erything you do reflects
th a shrug, "good
ed away from him before h
the air left my lungs. I leaned against
tung more th
. Once upon a time, he couldn't stand to see me hurt. O
ust flipped into som
eyes and ru
back there. Not ment
th between my thighs. Kael's dick in my mouth. The way I los
had a one-night stand. Definitely
oftly, cover
t happen
, trying to walk normally even though there was
y their scent, their touc
towel, toweling my hair, I paused
ows fu
hat
the sill, glossy and pitch black. Ravens h
myth. Stories ch
rtal in t
kept a single r
an didn
was mixing them up. This bird couldn't be a
with a thin black ribbon on the sill, an
imple. Delicate. Ri
ael. It had
not pleas
ssessive, like a
uttered. "Jus
onto my bed, and tightene
hought this was,
t happeni
lutel
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