He whimpers with quiet pleasure, then collects himself. “Oh. Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you something… why do you want people to call you ‘Tee’?”
“Hm? Well…Christine Evansworthis for the cameras.Teeis… me.”
“Yeah, no, I got that. You’re very deep, your life is very hard, yada yada. I meant, whyTeeand not, I don’t know,ChrissyorEvan?”
I look at him and raise a brow. “First off, can you imagineanybodycalling me ‘Chrissy’?”
He snorts.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. ‘Tee’ came from my high school volleyball team. I was a head and a half taller than every other girl. So, they called me ‘Teeny’. Faster to yell ‘Tee’ across the court and… it stuck.”
“That is… really dumb.”
“You asked.”
“I never said I didn’t like it.”
I chuckle and run my fingers through his hair, enjoying how the shift has brought out more teal at his roots.
He fidgets, ass clenching around me again. “So… do wehaveto wait for your knot to… reset?”
“I mean… if you want togoanywhere, yes. What are you asking?”
He picks up his head and looks up at me with a mischievous grin. “I’m asking if you’ve got any stamina left,princess.”
In a flash, I’m on top of him, pinning his hands over his head. “I’m going to fuck that smug grin right off your face.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
And then I’m doing just that, driving into Mylo again, late into the night.
CHAPTER
FORTY-EIGHT
CHRISTINE
After haulingMylo back to the bedroom, I get the best sleep of my life, even with him waking me with needy whimpers every few hours. His fever rages, and his trembling only stills with my knot in his ass and my fingers or breast in his mouth.
Mylo suckles and drips like a pathetic little thing, and I won’t even tease him about it. I enjoy it too much to give him a reason to resist that glassy-eyed gaze he turns up at me, warm with reverence and need.
He murmurs so sweetly as he dozes, nuzzling against my chest or leaning into my fingers in his hair.
I love how much his cute little cock drips for me. I’m going to owe Reynold a new bed… so might as well make a complete and utter mess of it while we’re here.
By the time dawn edges around the curtains, illuminating the tastefully decorated ranch-style bedroom, the shift has faded. I stir first, finding myself folded around Mylo. His back presses against my chest, and his hair falls across his face. Ilisten to his breathing for a while, and when he lifts his head, I expect him to beg for my cock.
“I’m hungry,” he murmurs.
I kiss the pointed tip of his ear. “I’ll make you breakfast.”
He rolls over to face me. The sun catches in his amber eyes, reflecting through depths that had been hidden by pigment. Whatever strange metaphysics enable the shift have cleared those modifications away. His eyes, his ears, and his teeth are befitting an omega again.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” I purr, running my hand through his hair again.
He leans into my touch, but worry knits his brow. Quietly, he stands and pads over to the bathroom.
I follow close behind, looping my arms around his waist and resting my chin on his shoulder as he looks in the mirror.
