Page 94 of Toxic Revenge: Part Two

There was something about his voice calling me a good girl that I would never be able to handle. It was too fucking sexy. I groaned around his length, hips slamming down hard onto Mercer.

Before he could push me back up to keep fucking me, I pressed down more. His knot stretched me to the limit, teetering on that precipice between pleasure and pain.

Then he was locked inside of me and I was shuddering with my orgasm. Mercer’s release filled me, his groan echoing through the nesting room.

My gaze locked with West’s, and that sent him over the edge of bliss with the rest of us. He tried to pull out, but I used what little strength I had left to keep him where he was. I swallowed all I could of his release, the rest dripping down my chin.

He cursed up a storm when he pulled back to look at me, messy from his rough use of my mouth, but he didn’t seem upset. His eyes were glazed with lust, like he wanted to do it all over again.

“Told you I could handle it,” I said breathlessly.

“Could you ever. Christ.”

I laughed. West grabbed a corner of a bedsheet, using it to lightly pat at the wet spots on my chin and chest. When he was done, he pressed a kiss to the side of my head and wrapped his arms around me.

“You may be physically attached to her for the next fifteen minutes, but you still have to share her,” West said to Mercer. “Roll onto your side. I’m cuddling her.”

“What about me?” Conrad complained. “You two are really giving me the short end of the stick when it comes to cuddles.”

“We’re catching up on lost time.” Mercer rolled us over like West wanted. One of my legs was slung over his hip, our chests pressed together. West cozied up to my back.

“Oh, so now I’m being punished because I saw her for the goddess she is before you two did?” Conrad sounded indignant, but then he chuckled. “I should have known this would happen eventually.”

“I’ll be all over you when we get to round two, don’t worry,” I said.

Mercer’s cock twitched inside me. “Round two?”

Chapter

Thirty-Two

TALIA

The guys were wiped out, barely moving when I left the nest the next morning. I should have been too, but it was easy to be swept up in the energy of being home.

Besides, I wanted to check on Violet. West had popped his head in on her last night. I hadn’t wanted to overwhelm her when I knew my sisters and parents would be rolling out the welcome wagon.

With dark, cloudy skies and barely any light, most of the house would still be asleep. She might be too, but I could press my ear against the door and check for movement before I knocked.

After taking a quick shower and getting dressed in my comfy leggings and a tank top, I escaped my bedroom unnoticed.

The guys slept really heavily.

My parents had given Violet a centralized bedroom, the one we typically kept as a spare room in case anyone had guests. Mira’s suite flanked it on one side; Emilia’s on the other. Thesame flower wreath that had been hanging on the door of her Omega Haven room welcomed people into her new home.

I didn’t need to listen hard to know she was awake. Music was playing inside the room—fun, rock-pop beats that I didn’t recognize, but enjoyed from the first impression.

I knocked loudly, hoping she could hear me over the music, and it turned off abruptly. The door jerked open, revealing a red-faced, pajama-clad Violet. “I’m so sorry, was the music too loud?” She blinked at me a couple of times. “Wait, Talia? Oh my god, can you hear it all the way from your room?”

“No, no!” I held up my hands. “That music was practically a whisper compared to the volume Odetta plays hers at. I just wanted to see how you were settling in.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “Oh. Um, good. I went down to the kitchen half an hour ago, but I think I’m more of an early riser than anyone in your family. The staff were surprised to see me. I brought too many cinnamon scones back upstairs, do you want one?”

My stomach growled, and I smiled sheepishly. “I’ll take it.”

Violet stepped aside to let me into her room and shut the door behind me.

Her scent of almond cookies was faint, overlaid by the cotton smell of fresh sheets and an undercurrent of dust. Boxes littered the large room, not yet unpacked. The walls were blank and impersonal, but she would make herself at home with more time.