Chapter 11 Eva
The tangle of limbs pressing me into the mattress and holding me firmly against hard bodies were a comfort, but not one that I could linger in for too long.
Several days of nearly uninterrupted fucking had left my body sore and satiated now that my heat had broken—but I also felt like I had cartoonish stench lines coming off me as I laid nestled between sleeping alphas, Joon on the far side curled against Indi.
As carefully as I could without waking the others, I wriggled my way out from under heavy arms down the mattress until I could climb off the bed and onto the low pile rug on the floor.
Groaning at my sore muscles, I half-crawled, half-dragged myself to the ensuite bathroom.
For the first time in a very, very long time—I’d gone through an entire heat cycle. No suppressants. No depressing as fuck half-satisfaction from a partner and, then, desperate use of sex toys to fill the void once having an omega fuckdoll wasn’t fun anymore. No, that’s not what this was at all.
This was… special.
I took a few stiff steps into the bathroom, feeling an unfamiliar drip between my sticky thighs.
Realization hit me hard, my lip finding its way between my teeth as I met my tired eyes in the pristine mirror.
I hadn’t been taking regular birth control for a while, given that my heat suppressants could be used for both, and I didn’t take any this time.
I glanced over my shoulder at the pile of masculine bodies closing the gap I’d left while still somehow mid-snooze, a hand trailing down my flat stomach.
Anxiety licked at my insides as I shook off the insane idea that I wouldn’t mind if it were true. If I’d somehow stumbled into the middle of this pack and was fine with joining it without a proper courting… or even really a discussion.
But that wasn’t who I was. I was a practical woman with practical feelings.
And what would a practical woman do in this situation?
Dress as quickly as I could and get the absolute fuck out of there.
I could deal with the Indigo of it all another time. Or, if I had things my way, maybe never.
Abandoning my idea for a shower, I quickly grabbed what was left of my skirt and top, shimmying into them quickly.
It was a bit embarrassing to do the Halloween walk or shame a couple of days after the holiday like some kind of oversexed video star, but by god, I’d do it anyway.
I needed to stop playing; it was time for the credits to roll on this bizarro horror-themed porn I’d found myself in.
Time to go home. Go back to my life, and maybe even back to my shapeless blanket sweater I’d called home for the last couple of days.
I wonder if there’s a good movie on TV.