65. Chapter Sixty-Four

Chapter Sixty-Four

Lana

W hen Shadow suggests laying around in bed for a while to get some time alone together, I’m warm and cozy enough to say yes to the suggestion. I don’t expect him to fall asleep basically three minutes later.

I lie there in the dark staring at the ceiling, trying to decide if I should get up to go sit in the main room and be with my other mates.

Trouble is I don’t want to risk waking Shadow in the process.

So, I decide to give it a few minutes.

It’s not going to kill me to rest a little in between jumping on these guys’ cocks.

I’m also not sure I want to walk out there naked, and it’s dark enough in the room to make finding my clothes a difficult task.

In the end, I get up once I hear the front door closing in the other room.

I’m too curious not to care about what my pack are doing.

Making my way slowly to the right edge of the bed, I slip out from under the sheets, careful not to steal them from Shadow as I get out.

I hold my breath as I get out of the bed, waiting to find out if I’ve woken him.

He’s still snoring softly.

My shoulders relax, but the second I start moving around, cum starts to drip down my thighs.

It’s a lot more than I expect, and it doesn’t seem like it’s going to stop anytime soon.

The scent of Shadow’s perfume getting stronger makes me curious.

I dip my hand between my legs and bring the tips of my fingers up to my lips.

The taste I get from the drops of cum is intoxicatingly sweet with a hint of spice.

It has an immediate effect on my body.

Lust sparks low in my belly and I want more.

More of Shadow’s perfumed cum, more of my mates’ attentions.

More claiming, more marks, just more of everything they can give.

If I wasn’t fully awake before, I am now.

Having more than one mate is going to have a wild learning curve.

I cup my hand over my pussy as I walk around the bed, moving slowly toward the door that leads to the living area. Owen hasn’t claimed me yet, and Ezra hasn’t marked me.

The part of me that felt a little too needy to walk into that other room naked no longer cares how this is going to look. The desire I feel for these men is too powerful.

I reach for the door with my free hand, and I find the handle.

This is it. I’m about to ask for what I want, knowing I’m going to get exactly what I need.

It’s an incredible feeling. I can hardly believe any of this is happening to me.

But it is , I remind myself, as I open the door.