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If their world didn’t fall apart completely first.

Afterward, she’d said goodbye and headed back to Mack’s room for a shower and to unpack.

Since being intimate with one another, everything had changed. Ella missed him on a level she’d never felt before. Almost like she couldn’t breathe properly without him. It was a little unnerving, but matched some of the things the girls had shared when describing how the bond tugged uncomfortably.

It wasn’t that strong.

Yet.

Climbing into his huge bed, wishing he was there, she’d swiped on their messages and reread them at least ten times. Her body had heated at the thought of pleasuring herself in his bed as he’d challenged her to do.

The more she thought about doing it, and recording it, the stronger her ache grew.

Ella had scrambled over the edge and pulled the drawer open, where she found an unopened purple vibrator. She ripped it open and flung the packaging onto the floor.

Tugging the covers over herself again, she spread her legs and paused, wondering if this was insane.

It was.

She felt very dirty and sexy...and liked it.

She closed her eyes, thinking of Mack as the vibrating toy pressed against her clit. Oh, how she wished it was his mouth sucking on the nub, teasing it with his teeth as he had nights earlier.

Then Ella turned on the audio recorder on her phone.

“Oh, oooh.” She’d moaned, drawing in the scent of him from his sheets.

Lifting her hips, a video played in her mind of his tattooed body, his broad shoulders, and dark hair. The deepVthat led down to his heavy, thick cock.

“Mack.” she moaned as the thick purple toy slid across her clit. “Hmm oh, God.”

Come baby,she imagined hearing him say.Come on my toy and let me lick the juices from your weeping pussy.

The thought of him hearing her moans had her body stiffening as the orgasm rolled through her.

Flopping her arms to the side, Ella lay for a moment afterward, acknowledging that was one huge orgasm. It could be because she was on the edge of mating. Or that her senses were heightened being in his room.

Perhaps he’d stirred something in her the moment his cock entered her. A craving existed that had been simply a theory and a dream, not the reality that it now was.

She knew how he felt.

Knew how he tasted.

Knew the pleasure he was capable of.

Turning off the recording, and before she could second-guess herself, she messaged it to him.

By the time she’d had another quick shower and climbed back into bed, her phone was ringing.

FaceTime. Mack.

Oh, God.

She blushed as she’d answered.

“Christ, look at you in my bed,” He groaned. “I’m hard as fuck after listening to that.”

“Are you surprised?” She smiled, snuggling into his pillows.”