Chapter 27

chapter 27

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Carmen

L ogan left the room to eat dinner with the pack while I stayed upstairs, slathering lotion all over my body. It sucked that all my things were in Florida, so I decided I’d just sleep naked tonight until we could do some shopping tomorrow.

The bedroom door opened again, and I gasped when I saw Tyler in the reflection of the mirror.

I scrambled to pick up my towel from the ground and quickly wrapped it around my body. It barely covered anything because of how big I was, but it was better than nothing.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

“I came to apologize. To clear the air.”

I turned to face him. “How can we move on when you rejected me twice? It would be impossible to trust you again, Tyler.”

“I understand. But I want you to know that I will do everything in my power to make it right,” he said, his eyes sorrowful as he gazed at me .

“Tyler,” I said, my voice barely audible as my heart pounded in my chest. “I don’t feel comfortable around you.”

His eyes widened, and he took a hesitant step back. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel comfortable. If that means leaving, I will.”

My mind raced, torn between wanting him near and being unable to forget the pain his rejections had caused. What would it be like to have him around, knowing we couldn't be happy together? But the thought of him leaving again twisted my stomach with anxiety.

“No,” I whispered, finally making up my mind. “You can stay. Just give me some space.”

“Alright,” Tyler said softly, relief evident in his voice. “I swear to you that I’ll never break your heart again. We can sleep in separate rooms if that’s what you need.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” I said.

He left the room, and I let out a long exhale after hearing the soft click of the door behind me. I was relieved that we didn’t need to talk anymore tonight. Tyler sounded genuine, and while my heart felt moved by his words, I couldn’t trust him at all yet.

Exhausted from the day’s events, I decided to get some sleep while the alphas were eating downstairs and celebrating the defeat of Henry.

Slipping into the nest, I pulled the soft blanket to my chin, drifting off to thoughts of Tyler and how we would move forward, if at all.

In the middle of the night, I jolted awake, my body burning with a sudden surge of lust. Something huge filled my pussy, stretching me deliciously as I tried to make sense of the situation .

Groggily opening my eyes, I saw Griffin sleeping next to me, his chest rising and falling with even breaths. My legs were spread wide, one leg draped over his waist.

But his thick cock was buried deep inside me.

Did I freaking ride him in my sleep, or had he decided to insert himself inside me?

Panic mixed with arousal went through me as slick seeped from my pussy, coating Griffin’s cock and making my hips twitch with needy desire.

I wanted friction and some movement of his cock inside me, despite how sleepy I was. The throbbing between my legs made it hard for me to fall back asleep.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, I began to rock my hips, trying to ride Griffin’s dick for some much-needed friction. The motion stirred him slightly, a low groan escaping his lips, but he didn’t wake up.

My pulse raced with need as I lifted my belly to take him deep inside me.

“Fuck it,” I whispered to myself. Reaching down, my fingers found my clit, swollen and sensitive. I circled it slowly at first as my pussy tightened around Griffin.

The room was filled with the sounds of my moans and whimpers, mixing with the alpha's snores. I could feel my orgasm building, making my legs tremble.

Suddenly, Griffin’s eyes flashed open, and he flipped me onto my back. His hands gripped my hips as he drove into me, pushing me further and further toward the edge.

“Did you need some help, sweet thing?” he asked as he thrust into me.

“Griff,” I cried out, my voice cracking as I rubbed my clit furiously. “I woke up, and you were inside me.”

“I needed you to warm my cock,” he whispered into my ear, biting my earlobe. I tensed before finally shattering with my orgasm.

He came too, grunting as he thrust into me a couple more times. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, leaving me breathless and spent. As the last tremors of my orgasm faded, I collapsed against the pillow, my slick-covered fingers still tangled in my sex.

“That was…”

“Fucking hot,” he growled, kissing me on the lips. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too,” I whispered in the dark.