Page 44 of Cost of Courting

“I’m not helping. He can scream all he wants. Luna’s not home, and everyone else is too tired to care.”

I grin at her. I do not believe her at all, and, judging by the blueberry cobbler scent that is competing with the apple pie and vanilla ice cream, she doesn’t believe it either.

“Mael is kissing his stomach, trailing his lips down over those tight abs. Bailey really likes it. He’s got goosebumps, and his breathing is picking up. His cock is dripping, Selene. Have you seen an omega drip?”

She lets out a pained whine and squeezes her thighs together. “I don’t care,” she grits out.

Mael grips him, and Bailey pants, arching his back. Edric spears his fingers through his hair and holds his head still.

“Save your air for screams, Bailey.”

Edric reaches out, grabbing her wrist, and pushes her fingers up against Bailey’s lips. He opens and starts sucking, whining around her digits.

Selene closes her eyes but wrenches them back open as Edric spins, turning so he and Mael’s heads are almost touching. They tilt to the opposite sides of each other and…

Bailey grabs at the sheet, white knuckling it, groaning deeply as he thrusts up, grinding against the hot mouths assaulting his cock.

“Don’t you want a little taste, Selene?” I murmur.

She shudders and tries to remove her fingers, but Bailey grips her wrist and holds her, continuing to work her over.

I move carefully until I’m sitting slightly behind her and lean over her shoulder.

“Imagine if you were to sit on his face right now. Drown him in your slick, let him feast on you, come on his face. It would feel amazing.”

I reach out and touch her shoulder. She exhales roughly, but her body is tight as a bow. She’s one soft stroke of a finger from giving in to us.

Mael and Edric have almost brought Bailey to his climax. I let out a frustrated sound and grab her hair, tilting her head to the side. I drag my teeth across the column of her neck.

The tapping on my leg takes me a moment. I slowly look down and find a blade pressed against my jean-covered groin.

“Get your hands and teeth off me.”

Bailey, who has his head tilted to watch us, lets go of her fingers, reaches down, grabs their heads, and grinds up into them, sighing her name as he comes.

I’m harder than I’ve been in a long time, but I dare not move with that knife pressed to my leg.

“Selene, if you’re into knife play, we need a safe word.”

Bailey, who is rung out, collapsed boneless on the bed, starts to laugh. But the omega I was hoping would give in crawls out of the bed, storms from the room, and slams the door behind her.

Chapter eleven

Selene

They are temptation incarnate,but I’m stone. I want to be stone. The following morning, I go back to the house and find my bedroom empty but reeking of alphas and omega. With a sigh, I push open the window, struggling as it fights me, but, eventually, I get it open a crack. The fresh air helps to dilute the combined scents and make the room bearable.

I’ve got no time to linger. I jump in the shower, scour those scents off me, and get dressed in another pair of ripped skinny jeans and a t-shirt that is tighter than I normally wear.

I pull on my boots and go into my room, removing a section of the crappy floorboards and pulling out some cash I’d stashed for exactly this reason.

With my beat up phone playing music, I shuffle around, putting my hair up in a ponytail. I’m in the kitchen drinking water from the tap when I hear Luna. I turn and face her, but she just juts her jaw and turns on her heel with a grunt, disappearing back into the house.

With Luna, it’s best to just let her mood play out. She will forget all about it sooner or later. Still, it hurts that she’s so mad at me. I’m not even sure why she’s mad at me and not Bailey. It’s not like I knew who her boyfriend was. But maybe that’s the problem. She brings home guys I don’t approve of, and, when it turns to hell like it invariably does, I’m the one who deals with them.

The number of breakups I’ve dealt with has been ridiculous. Sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, consoling the poor fool, sobbing his heart out. Or standing offagainst them with a baseball bat and showing that I’m not going to let them continue this behavior.

I almost wish she would stop dating for a while and just go find herself so she can stop bringing home these degenerates.

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