Page 67 of Queen of Diamonds

It took him seconds to slip down and hurry over to her.

“You tasered me,” he said, hands weaving around her waist as he drew her close.

She shifted uncomfortably, meeting my eyes for a moment like she wasn’t sure what to say.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathed, nudging her chin up. I found myself irritated that she didn’t fight him, letting him draw her into an intense kiss which ended with his hand cupping her throat. “You’re wearing our collar?” he asked when he drew away. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I swear her pupils blew as she looked up at him.

Nope, scratch that, they definitely did, because her cream cardamon scent hit the air like a sex drug.

I got to my feet, scowling, but Kyan didn’t seem to notice. He’d picked her up, getting a cute little squeak from her, and then dropped them both onto the couch. Kyan was beneath her, and lifting her easily until?—

“Fuck, dude,” I growled, stepping back.

I met Zed’s eyes, but he winced, looking back at them.

Could Kyan give us a break?

Apparently not, because he was tugging her sweatpants down and dragging her hips right over his face.

I groaned for a very different reason than she did, backing toward the outer room. It was hard—the hardest thing I’d ever done—shutting the door on her desperate little whines as Kyan dragged that all-too-sexy tongue ring of his across her centre.

I hated them all.

GLADE

A very odd day went by in which I lived in the home of my mates. Not locked in a room, but… with them?

Despite Kyan’s penchant for dispelling my nerves via rather pushy orgasms at random times of the day, I was an anxious bundle, constantly torn between curling up on the couch with Lucy and trying to pretend I wasn’t there, and attempting to start normal(ish) conversations with my mates.

I dared edge over to Knight while he was cooking that evening, silently joining him in the kitchen as he made mac and cheese.

That was my favourite. He… he knew that, didn’t he?

Why was he making it?

Maybe he just had a craving.

Plus, I wasn’t expecting them to cook for me, so I’d begun my own meal. The plan, awkwardly, had been Kraft Dinner…

I stirred my pot, dissolving powder in butter rather nervously, trying not to glance up at the hulking Alpha to my left as he checked on his real-pasta-mac-and-cheese.

It looked and smelled delicious. Like, I wasn’t one to turn my nose up at Kraft Dinner, but Knight could make a good fucking mac and cheese.

Lucy wound around our legs as we cooked, seeming to have taken to all of my Alphas—the Alphas—quickly, which was surprising because she was a nervous thing.

I served myself up my Kraft and made for my table. Before I could take a step, though, Knight had plucked the bowl from my hand, opened the garbage with his foot and dumped my whole meal in there.

I stared at it, lips parted in shock.

I was really fucking hungry.

A little hiss of fury rose in my throat before I saw him set the bowl down beside the three others he was serving into.

He didn’t look at me once, but my bowl did end up on the table with a really tasty meal in it—and he gave me an extra large portion, which I was really ashamed to admit, made me tear up as I stared at it.

I didn’t look at any of them while I ate, knowing I might crack if I did. Kyan’s arm was around my waist, though, a slight joyful edge to his lightning storm scent as we all ate in silence.

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