No s**t. After the way she’d eaten, moaned, and writhed in her chair, I was surprised I could still stand.
We carried her to our room, four mates around her like worshippers carrying their goddess. She was too full, too tired, too blissed out to do anything else. Which meant tonight was ruined.
But tomorrow?
Tomorrow, I promised myself, I was going to wreck her.
Kendrick was driving the rented blue Audi, hands tight on the steering wheel, following Kingsley’s directions like the responsible Alpha he was. Meanwhile, Keegan and I were in the backseat, and we had all the time in the world to curl around Kat, to stroke her skin, to breathe her in, to make her writhe under our hands.
We had an hour’s drive ahead of us to reach the Terme di Saturnia. An hour. An hour in a car, where she cou
