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“No one’s replacing Orion.” He’s our boy and our sunshine. The whole mate, crazy heat sex thing is a fringe benefit. When we finally pull up at the house, Atlas waits on the front porch.
means no rest ever again. I can’t relax here. Creeping
I can’t decide if I need a lobotomy or an alpha-girth vibrator.
The fact that I’m this hot for Orion is more proof that I’m an odd fucking duck. In all my classes, none of the trainers ever mentioned what to do when you want to lick another omega all the way down to his gooey center.
I want to climb him like a kitten in a tree that not even a team of shirtless firemen could coax back to the ground.
“How many you think I’ll get to kill?” Finn asks fondly. Hunter swats his shoulder. “Keep it in your pants.” I gulp champagne and sneeze on the bubbles. The way tonight’s going, Finn’s not the only one who’s gonna get stabbity.
Everything’s warmer when Atlas holds me
“Whad’you think her scent will be? Maybe rain? Lightning storm?” “Strawberries,” Hunter mutters. Mmm. I like where he’s going. I imagine licking a long line up Lilah’s neck. You know she’d taste like dessert. “Maple syrup? Fuck, imagine how she and Orion’ll taste together?” Hunter hunches over the wheel like he can hide his monster bulge. I lean back, putting my arms behind my head and showing off the package. My knot swells. Our omegas tangled, their scents and bodies and moans all wound up. Yes, please. Hunter scowls. “She’s not for us to play with.”
