Knot a Good Idea (Bittersweet Omegas #4)

Chapter 17

17

APRIL

Having Hunter to myself is more enjoyable than I thought it would be.

Without Liam’s or Donovan’s scent to meld with his, he’s pure pepper and cloves.

It’s damn delicious.

It’s hard to stay mad at him for showing up unannounced when my inner Omega is desperate to devour him.

I want to bury my nose in his neck and inhale him. I want to run my tongue down his throat and taste him.

He looks at me like I’m the answer he’s been waiting for, and even though it’s overwhelming, I can’t help but bask in his attention.

I’m still annoyed at my mom, but this is backfiring on her perfectly.

I want Hunter to stay.

He even booked a hotel for you in case you were uncomfortable, my inner Omega supplies. He cares for us!

But I wonder how much of that would still be true if he found out everything about me.

Would he realize I’m too damaged to be his Omega?

“Hey,” Hunter says, snapping me out of my spiraling. “Where did you go just now?”

He’s moved his chair next to mine at the table.

“Nowhere,” I say. “And you’re too close. You can see my cards.”

“No, I can’t,” he says as the corners of his eyes crinkle. His irises shine, and up close I can see flecks of gold in them.

“You’re lying.”

“And so are you. You were thousands of miles away just now,” he says. “You can’t hide from me, sweetheart.”

His pet names make my stomach flip and my cunt flutter.

I want to believe that Hunter sees me. I want to believe he gets me.

“Give me time,” I say, surprised at my vulnerability. “Just…trust me that I’ll tell you if I’m ready to.”

For once, I’m seriously considering telling Hunter my story.

He smiles, showing off his ridiculously attractive dimples. “I can work with that.”

I can’t help but match his smile.

I’ve smiled a lot since I’ve met the pack. Maybe not so much at Donovan, but with Liam and Hunter, it’s hard not to enjoy their company.

Even if Hunter has a smart mouth and is too flirtatious for his own good.

But once the cat board game ends, I can’t ignore the arousal that courses through me anymore.

My cunt is overly sensitive and throbbing with need, like I’m in some sort of old-fashioned romance novel.

I’m horny.

“Do you want to see your room?” I blurt, standing up.

Hunter looks at me knowingly. “Sure, babe, lead the way.”

“I’m not sure if you’ll be that impressed, though. It’s nothing like your house.”

“I grew up in a shitty apartment. Trust me, this is a thousand times better. I would have killed to live in a place like this as a kid.”

“Really?”

He nods. “Oh, yeah. I didn’t have shit until we founded Axton. We’ve all slept in our cars a few times. Even Donovan.”

That surprises me. “Oh, I thought you were more…”

“Spoiled?” He makes a face. “I mean, yeah, it’s fun to have nice shit, but it’s hard to forget when you had nothing. ”

I’m not sure what to say. I couldn’t imagine Donovan sleeping in a car.

My mom’s house is small, but well-lived in. Picture frames and paintings hang on the walls, and random trinkets we’ve found at farmer’s markets and yard sales perch on bookshelves and tabletops.

It’s not just a house, it’s a home.

But as we head down the hallway toward the guest room, Hunter stops in front of one of the displays.

“Oh,” I groan. “Come on, you don’t need to look at that.”

“But you’re so cute,” he teases, staring at the collage my mom made of my achievements. “Honor roll and everything.”

My high school senior picture is in the middle, surrounded by my academic awards. My business degree hangs on the wall as well.

“ And class president?” Hunter adds. “I’m impressed.”

“Captain of the debate team, too,” I mutter.

“I knew you were smart. No wonder you can stand up to Donovan.”

I roll my eyes. “I just happen to be rational.”

“Well, that makes one of us.”

Hunter steps closer to me until our shoulders are almost touching as we both look at the collage.

“I was a shit student,” he murmurs. I can feel him looking at me, but I don’t turn to face him. If I do, I don’t know what will happen.

“You created a tech company,” I say.

“I was good with computers. I wanted to be a video game designer because that was the only thing I was into. Oh, that and fighting.”

I turn to him, all apprehension forgotten. “ Fighting ? Like professionally?”

We’re so close now that my chest is almost touching his.

If I just took one more step…

His eyes darken. “No, baby. Like street fighting. Underground shit for money.”

“…oh.”

Imagining Hunter in the ring, shirtless and with his muscles on display, does something to me.

It’s primal. It’s animalistic.

And my inner Omega is hungry.

His golden eyes have darkened to a rich brown, and my lips part slightly.

“Your room,” I breathe, forcing myself to head down the hallway and not throw myself into his arms. “It’s this one on the left. Next to mine.”

I push open the door and lead him into the tiny guest room. The bed is queen size, but he’s so huge that I’m sure he’ll barely fit. A bookshelf sits in the corner, and the dresser against the wall has a small television on top.

It’s quaint and cute.

The exact opposite of Hunter.

“Sorry about the bed,” I mutter. “I’m sure the one at your hotel is better.”

“I’ll make it work,” he promises, his voice low. “I’ll make sure I fit in it.”

I look at him to see if he’s making a joke, but his expression matches how I feel inside.

Ravenous.

“Oh. Good,” I squeak, turning to head to the door. “If you want to grab your stuff?—”

“What about your room?” he asks. “I’ve seen every other part of the house. Why not finish the tour?”

Because if I have you alone in my room, I’ll jump you.

But my traitorous, inner Omega is more than thrilled to have Hunter there.

“Sure,” I say, sounding more confident than I feel. “It’s nothing special, though.”

“Hmm.”

It takes mere steps to reach my room, and the air is charged with electricity as Hunter enters behind me, surveying the space.

“It’s a little messy,” I say, staring at the overfilled clothing hamper in the corner. The bed is unmade, and I wonder if he recognizes the Bedlite design. It’s a bed specially designed for Omegas and their Heats.

They’re ideal for more than one partner.

“It smells like you in here,” he says, his voice gravelly and low.

“It does?” I breathe.

I want him. Now .

“It smells fucking delicious.”

My stomach flips and arousal pulses through my core. “Does it?”

He turns to me fully as we stand at the foot of the bed. “You have no idea, baby. I want to taste that sweetness, not just breathe it in.”

His scent darkens, growing spicier until it’s all I can sense.

“I…”

“Baby,” Hunter murmurs. “Come here.”

My panties are soaked. I want this, I want him to touch me?—

But out of my peripheral, I notice something.

The bedroom door is closed.

Which means Hunter did it.

Which means he…

I dart for the door and fling it open.

Why would he shut the door ? my inner voice screams. What was he planning on doing ? —

“April?” Hunter’s face is etched with concern, his golden eyes wide. “What’s wrong?”

“Why did you shut the door?” I gasp, backing out into the hallway. My back hits the wall and I stare at him, frozen.

I can’t breathe. He was going to lock me in there?—

Hunter looks dumbfounded. “Why did I shut the door?”

I nod. “Why would you do that?”

He stares at me incredulously, raising his hands in surrender. “I swear to god, April, I didn’t mean to scare you?—”

But my panic doesn’t subside. Painful adrenaline races through my limbs and everything hurts.

I do my best to recall Sandy’s questions.

Which doors are around you? Can you open them all? Are you locked in any rooms?

I can open all the doors in my house. I am not locked in any rooms.

Hunter didn’t mean to frighten me.

Hunter is not him .

I take in a strained breath as reality slowly creeps back in.

I’m in my house. No one can lock me inside my home. I have access to every door.

Hunter stays in my room and makes eye contact with me. “April, focus on your breathing. This will pass.”

I inhale.

One. Two. Three.

Exhale.

One. Two. Three.

Hunter counts each breath for me until I slump against the wall and slowly slide down it, resting my hands on my legs and sighing deeply.

I stare at the ground until Hunter’s footsteps come closer to me.

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

I look up at him to see a mixture of panic and sorrow on his face, all the playfulness from before gone.

“See? I told you I was messed up.” I smile weakly, but he shakes his head.

“Not messed up. Something scared the shit out of you. Your reaction was valid, and I fucking hate that I was the cause of it.”

I sigh. “You didn’t know.”

“I shouldn’t have closed the goddamn door.” His spicy scent is smoky and stronger than before, his frustration rolling off him in waves.

I nod. “I have a thing about doors.”

He squats so he’s at my level, his eyes shining with intensity. “Can I sit with you, baby?”

“You sure you don’t want to go to your hotel? Where no one will have breakdowns about doors?”

“Nah. Shit, I’ll rip every fucking door off its hinges if you want. Fuck doors. I hate them now, too.”

I laugh and wipe a tear away. “You’re crazy.”

“We go well together, then.”

He joins me and sits against the wall, so close that our knees touch. “Do you want to talk about it?”

I chew my lip and look at him. I have an urge to confess everything and let him know exactly what I’ve been through.

He’s not judging me from the panic attack.

Maybe he won’t judge me for this.

I sniffle, wiping at my eyes. “I was um, sort of kidnapped. Well, really kidnapped. He locked me in a room for a long time. And every day, I would try the doorknob, and it wouldn’t move. I know that sounds stupid…” my voice trails off.

“ None of that sounds stupid,” Hunter says harshly.

I nod. “Anyway, I just kind of panicked when you shut it. Rationally, I know you didn’t have nefarious intentions, but I think part of me is still stuck in that room. And I don’t know how to get out.”

Hunter reaches out and takes my hand, lacing our fingers together. I sigh at the contact, and he squeezes my palm. “Thank you for telling me, baby.”

I’m not sure how long we sit there in the hallway, Hunter holding my hand while my heartbeat steadies, but I eventually lean my head on his shoulder. He wraps an arm around me, pulling me close to him as his chest vibrates.

His purr soothes my anxiety and warms my heart.

“I want to kill him,” he says after a few minutes of me nuzzling against him.

“He’s already in prison.”

“I didn’t ask if he was in prison, I said I wanted to kill him.”

I quirk my lip. “Yeah, me too.”

“Give me a name and I’ll do it.”

“My best friend’s pack are detectives; you don’t want them to get involved.”

“I’m sure I could make them look the other way,” he mutters.

I chuckle and shake my head. “Sure.”

“I mean it. I’m not fucking kidding, April.”

“I know.”

It should be scary that Hunter would be willing to do that for me.

But it just makes me feel cherished.

“Thank you,” I whisper, snuggling into him closer.

He presses a kiss to my hair, and I hum contentedly at the contact.

“Anytime, gorgeous.”

We end up on the couch; me wrapped in a blanket and leaning on Hunter. We have a mindless reality show on, but I can barely pay attention.

I’m too busy indulging in his scent and touch.

Cuddling him is easier than I expected. He absentmindedly plays with my hair as I bury my face in his chest, greedily inhaling his scent.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to assume that you’re starting to like me, baby,” he murmurs, his chest rumbling.

“Who says I don’t like you?” I say, nuzzling into him.

I can’t get close enough.

I want more.

“Trying to kick me out when you saw me having dinner with your mom might have given me that impression,” he teases as he pushes my hair to the side. He leans down to bring a kiss to my neck, and I groan.

“That was hours ago,” I breathe, the arousal from before my panic attack slowly making its way back. Hunter presses another kiss to my neck, and my breath catches.

“Mmm,” he murmurs into my skin. “So, I’m back on your good side?”

He’s more than on my good side, after the support he’s shown me.

“I suppose,” I sigh. He presses a kiss to my cheek, then brings his mouth down the front of my neck to my collarbone.

“ Fuck ,” he whispers. “You taste so good, baby. Like sugar.”

I greedily grasp at his bicep, feeling the hard muscle there and groaning. I’ve never openly groped someone like I’m doing to Hunter, but I can’t seem to stop.

His mouth finds my mating gland, the sensitive patch of skin between my shoulder and neck, and I moan loudly.

He chuckles against me, and a rush of slick floods my panties.

Maybe I deserve this.

Just maybe, it would be okay to feel good, after everything.

My decision’s made when I lift my head and he captures my lips with his.

It’s explosive.

Hunter kisses me like we’re never going to see each other again. Like he’ll never have another taste of me, and this is all we get.

His tongue clashes against mine, demanding attention. He cups my face with his hands, holding me in place as he has his way with my mouth. A low growl sounds in his throat as my heart beats wildly, my inner Omega unable to keep herself hidden any longer.

“ Fuck ,” he groans against my lips. He never keeps his mouth far from mine, only pausing to breathe against me until he kisses me again. He traps me in place with his hands, one leaving my cheek to wrap around my waist, his large palm encircling me.

I haven’t been this wet in months.

Maybe years.

My skin is on fire, sensitive to every sensation. My nipples throb in time with my clit, and I clutch at his shoulders desperately.

“Bedroom,” I choke out. “I’m not about to stain this couch.”

He pulls away and laughs, flashing me a wolfish smile. “You can desecrate anything you want. I’ll buy you a whole new furniture set.”

It’s tempting to straddle him here on the couch and take exactly what I need from him.

But the first time he makes me come, I want it to be on my bed.

The first time? my inner voice supplies. Does that mean there will be a second?

But before I can think on that for too long, Hunter stands and takes me with him.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while.” He smirks, then scoops me off my feet and into his arms before I can blink.

He literally carries me off to my bedroom with my arms wrapped around his neck, my face flushing.

Old April would scoff. Old April would think there’s no point to any of this fanfare.

But Hunter makes me come alive.

He makes me laugh, just like Liam.

“Door stays cracked,” I warn him as he carries me across the threshold and into my bedroom. “Not closed.”

“Absolutely.”

And true to his word, after he deposits me on the bed, he only closes the door slightly.

Then, his eyes are back on me.

“I can’t figure out what to do to you first,” he admits lowly.

His scent is so strong that it fills the room, all spice, pepper, and cloves.

I want to drown in it.

Sitting up on the bed and giving him a smile, I motion for him to come forward. “You can start by taking off your shirt,” I breathe, “then we can discuss from there.”

I’ve been dying to see his tattoos, to drink up his tanned skin and run my fingers up and down his chest.

“I like this side of you.” He grins, then lifts his shirt and tosses it to the ground.

Usually, I would say something about leaving clothes on the floor, but his scent and my arousal make me care about nothing but Hunter.

The tattoos across his chiseled chest are dark and intricate, weaving delicate patterns and chaotic images.

But I only get to gawk for a moment before he’s on top of me, kissing me deeply as I lift my hips to grind against the front of his jeans.

He’s rock hard and huge.

I moan into his mouth as he sucks on my tongue, seeking more friction as I thrust against him.

“Easy, baby,” he half chuckles, half groans against my lips. “Give a guy a second.”

“I’m done waiting,” I hiss, accentuating my point by wiggling my hips against him, desperate to feel that pressure against my cunt.

I deserve to come.

After all the shit I’ve been through, I need some fucking release.

Hunter growls, and the sound goes directly to my clit as I move against him, working myself on the bulge under his pants.

“Holy shit,” he breathes. “You’re right, baby, you’re fucking right. ” He moves off me, but before I can protest, he tugs at my jeans, undoing the button and zipper. “You shouldn’t ever have to wait again.”

My scent perfumes the room, my sweetness mixing with his Alpha spice. I lift my hips, helping him shuck off my jeans, but he stops when he sees my panties.

They’re a mess. The wet spot is so big that they’re stuck to my cunt and drenched in sweetness.

“This all for me, baby?” he asks, his voice husky.

I nod. “You know it is,” I groan. “Please, I need...”

I don’t even realize I’m whining until he gently shushes me, running his hands down my thighs. “I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

He moves to stand at the foot of the bed, then pulls me by my ankles so my ass is almost over the edge of the mattress. Then, with a quick tug, he rips my panties off.

It snaps me out of my lust filled stupor for a moment. I look at him, shocked, but he smirks.

“I’ll buy you a hundred more pairs,” he promises. “Legs up, baby.”

I look at him curiously, wondering why his pants are still on, but then he sinks to his knees to kneel in front of me.

Oh.

“You don’t have to do that,” I whisper, stunned.

“But I do. I absolutely do,” he promises, his gold eyes smoldering. “I’ll die if I don’t.”

I gape at him.

“Now put your fucking legs on my shoulders, Omega .”

I shamelessly lift my hips, my mind cloudy with arousal and my cunt desperate to be touched.

Hunter gives me a smirk, then turns his gaze to between my legs. “Fuck,” he breathes, and I close my eyes as his breath ghosts against my opening. “Prettier than I imagined.”

Again, old April wouldn’t care about the dirty talk. Old April would want to get off and be done with it.

But I drown in his praise.

I want to feel worshipped.

And when his tongue runs a thick line up my slit, I do.

My eyes close and my back arches at the first lick. Hunter hums his contentment, drinking up the slick that drips out of me. His massive hands keep my inner thighs apart as he fucks me with his tongue, darting it in and out of my cunt.

“Oh,” I gasp, my hands bunching the bed sheets. “Oh, fuck, fuck …”

He pulls away for a second, his face dripping with my wetness as he looks at me. “Pull your shirt up,” he orders. “Let me see those tits.”

I moan and yank my tank top and wireless bra up, my breasts heaving and on display.

“Holy fuck ,” he whispers. “I’m going to come all over those massive tits.”

My head spins.

No one’s ever complimented my breasts before. Yes, they’re considered big, but no one has bothered to?—

Hunter returns his mouth to me, finding my clit, and my vision whites out.

I scream, my clit swollen and over sensitized as he suckles it. I squirm against his mouth, the sensation almost too much to handle. But he keeps me in place, yanking me by my hips and mashing my cunt against him.

There’s no possible way he can breathe, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. He licks everywhere he can, my clit, my slit, my labia, until I choke out a breath.

“I’m going to come,” I whisper. “Hunter, I…you don’t have to?—”

But he grips me tighter with a growl, refusing to let me go, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

The orgasm hits me in waves, traveling up my limbs and blossoming in my core as I thrash against his mouth. A flood of slick rushes out of me as my cunt spasms, and I pinch my nipples for extra sensation. My throat burns as I cry out, primal and unfiltered.

It’s never been like this with anyone else.

Like all I’m made of is pleasure that will never end.

No one’s bothered to drink my slick down, much less been willing to suffocate in my pussy.

But Hunter doesn’t give me a moment to come down from the high. He keeps a brutal pace at my clit, sucking and running circles over it with his tongue until my back arches and I fuck his face.

The second orgasm is harder than the first. It has me in tears babbling nonsense as my body shakes and my womb contracts over and over, waves of slick squirting out of me and directly down Hunter’s throat.

He takes all of it, running soothing hands up and down my thighs until I close my eyes and collapse against the mattress, exhausted.

I need more, but I’m incapable of moving. Hunter’s scent is delicious, calling to me, and I need him.

When Hunter finally pulls away, his face is shiny with my slick and his eyes are hooded with lust.

“Good job, baby,” he whispers, then rises to his feet. He looks down at me, taking in my wrecked, exhausted form. “Fucking perfect.”

“More,” I choke out.

“Oh, you’re getting more,” he promises. Still clad in his jeans, he crawls on top of me and kisses me, his tongue swirling against mine.

“You taste how sweet you are?” he whispers with a thrust of his hips as I moan. “You think Liam and Donovan would be jealous?”

Oh . At the mention of the other two, my cunt clenches and I gasp.

Imagining the three of them tasting me at once sends shivers up my spine.

“Fuck, yes,” Hunter murmurs. “I knew you’d like that idea.”

He presses another kiss to my lips, and I smile. “Pervert,” I choke out, and he chuckles.

“You’re the one that almost killed me with your pussy,” he counters, nipping my neck. “If anything, you’re the perverted one.”

He licks his way down my throat then moves down to my chest.

“These are incredible,” he whispers, sucking gently at a nipple. “I wasn’t kidding about what I said earlier.”

But my mind is still so mushy from the recent orgasms that I can’t recall what he said.

And when his mouth is on my breast, sucking roughly, all I can focus on is the sensation.

“Baby.” He stops his attentions and I look up at him. His hair is mussed from me running my fingers through it, forcing my breast into his mouth. His pupils are so wide his eyes are almost black, and his mouth is wet from my slick and mouth. “Push your tits together.”

He rolls away from me and sits on the edge of the bed. He unzips his jeans, then stands and kicks them off along with his boxers, giving me a glorious view of his cock.

It’s massive with a thick vein that starts at his base and leads all the way to his tip.

As he stands next to me, his length bobbing, I’m feral for it.

My inner Omega doesn’t bother to hide anymore. I’d shoved her in the darkest corner of my mind for so long, she’s decided to break out of her confines and steal the spotlight.

And fuck, does it feel good to not worry about if Hunter sees me as a defective.

Instead, I just part my lips and moan, drunk with lust.

“Baby,” Hunter says softly as I drink in his image.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

I pause, but it doesn’t take long to find my answer.

“I do,” I breathe.

Hunter knows who I am now. He watched me freak out about a door then shoved his face in my pussy and made me see stars.

Yes, I fucking trust him.

I trust him more than I trust myself.

Which can’t be good, but right now, I’m too turned on to care.

“Yes,” I breathe.

His eyes darken, and he gives me a sadistic grin.

“Keep holding those tits up,” he orders. “Rub them together and bounce them. Let me see.”

My nipples are practically on fire and desperate for attention as I create more cleavage with my hands, purposely moving my breasts up and down rapidly for him.

I let out a soft moan, staring at his thick cock and watching the base slowly swell, the hint of his knot protruding out.

“ Fuuuck ,” he hisses, wrapping a hand around his cock. “Fuck, I could knot just from watching that. Goddamn, baby.”

I bounce my tits faster, happily giving him a show, my wicked grin matching his.

“I knew you’d be like this,” he groans, moving closer to the edge of the bed, his cock only inches from my face. “Will you let me fuck these pretty tits, baby?”

“ Yes ,” I hiss.

I’m not sure if I know how to do it, but I’m ready to wing it.

“I’m going to straddle your chest,” he murmurs. “Stay still for a moment.”

Hunter climbs over me, his thick cock protruding and sitting between the valley of my breasts. I have an incredible view of his abs from here, accentuated by his intricate tattoos.

“No one’s done this before, have they?” he growls, replacing my hands with his to push my breasts together roughly. “Are these virgin tits?”

I nod and moan.

“That’s what I thought.”

When he thrusts into my cleavage, his cockhead poking out and hitting my lips, I almost come again.

I’m so overly sensitive, so starved for touch after all these months that the mere image of Hunter fucking my tits makes my clit throb.

“Open your mouth, baby,” he groans. “ Fuck …”

My lips part and I stick out my tongue as Hunter pushes through my cleavage, his massive cock just inches from my mouth.

It’s filthy, the way he uses me for his pleasure.

It’s liberating.

I feel like a goddess as his breath catches and he lets out a snarl.

“Going to knot into your tits,” he groans. “Open wide.”

I keep my mouth open as his hips stutter, and then his cum shoots all over my chest and into my mouth.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he hisses. “ Fuck .”

I can’t help it. As his knot swells and he bounces my tits with his hands, I reach between my legs to rub furiously at my clit.

I find another release as he spills the last of his cum in my mouth. Pleasure courses through me while I swallow the remainder of what’s left on my tongue.

He shouldn’t taste as good as he does. I’ve never been a fan of swallowing, but Hunter is an exception.

“Holy fuck, sweetheart,” he groans. “Your tits look so good around my knot.”

I hum contentedly. “I suppose.”

He lets out a breathless laugh. “And you look beautiful covered in my cum. I’m going to keep that image in my head the rest of my life.”

“Perv,” I gasp out, and he smirks.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he promises. “I still haven’t cleaned you up.”

Before I can ask what he means, he moves off my chest and lays next to me on the bed.

But nothing could prepare me for what Hunter does next.

“Face me, baby,” he whispers.

I turn on my side, feeling the remnants of his cum dripping down my chest and neck.

“I should get cleaned up—” I start to say, but Hunter dips his head to my chest and licks up his cum.

And before I can say anything, he kisses me, dipping his tongue against mine and filling my mouth with his essence.

He pulls away and grins. “Now swallow, sweetheart.”

I do.

He continues that way, licking me clean, then kissing his cum into my mouth.

And when he gets to my mating gland, sucking and flicking, another release hits me.

I’m drunk on his taste, on his kisses, and the dirty, taboo things he’s doing to me.

He sucks on my tongue as I come, swallowing my moans.

And when he’s finally done, satisfied that he’s fed me enough of his cum, he leaves my bed.

I hear rummaging in my bathroom and want to ask what he’s doing, but I’m too drained.

And the best part about this?

I’m at peace. Totally content.

Something I haven’t felt in months, maybe years.

When Hunter returns, he brings a warm washcloth that smells like my body wash.

He takes his time cleaning me, and instead of insisting that he doesn’t have to do it, I smile lazily at him.

Afterwards, he cleans himself up, then heads over to my closet.

“What are you doing?” I mumble, already half asleep.

“Blankets, baby,” he says. “There’s barely enough on your bed right now.”

“Mmm.”

I close my eyes, and when I open them, Hunter is pulling me to his chest.

He’s turned off the lights, and my naked chest is against his as a purr resonates from him.

It’s deep and soothing.

He brings his lips to my neck and nudges his nose against my mating gland, inhaling deeply.

He scent marks me, his peppery aroma mixing with my sweetness.

We fall asleep together, covered in blankets, his purr lulling me to a peaceful, dreamless rest.

Maybe everything will be okay, a tiny voice whispers in my mind.

Maybe we’re not broken.