Wren’s POV

Grey dawn light is leaking through the cabin window and the fire has burned to embers.

I’m still naked on the sleeping bag with dried cum on my skin, and Callum’s tongue on my pussy is the gentlest thing that’s happened to me all night.

He eats me slow and thoroughly while the other four sleep around us.

His tongue circles my clit with patient, lazy strokes and his fingers slide inside me through the mess of last night. The wet sound of it in the quiet morning cabin makes my cheeks flush.

“Morning,” he murmurs against my pussy, his breath warm on my swollen clit.

“This is...