Page 78 of Cost of Courting

His eyes crinkle at the sides.

I smile back at him. Ruthless, I need to be ruthless. “I’ve seen your worst side. I’ve seen you shit in the woods, masturbate, cry, laugh, fall in love, and break my heart. There isn’t anything that could make me hate you but you.”

Mael reaches up and cups the back of my neck, leaning down until our foreheads are pressed against each other.

Kingston cries out.

I curse and cling to Mael to keep me upright. I see white spots, and I think I’ve ruined a pair of jeans. The alpha pulls me into his arms, holding me securely while I ride out the surprise orgasm because, somehow, from another room, Kingston has done that. He’s dead. So dead. As soon as I can walk again.

“Yes. Okay.” He kisses my lips gently. “Can you wait until I’m ready? Please?”

I hesitate, torn. “Not for too long, Mael.” My voice is husky with arousal, and, all around us, my scent is thick and potent.

He growls, and then his lips find that spot where Kingston bonded me. I brace my hands on his shoulders and stay perfectly still while he mouths it.

No one is more surprised than I when I’m slammed into a second, even more violent orgasm. I cling to him, riding it out, quivering while he holds me against him.

“Good omega, good. Just breathe, I’ve got you,” Mael whispers and grips my ass, dragging me up against the hard ridge of his cock. I cry out again, shuddering.

“Mael,” I moan.

“It’s okay. It will make him remember who he’s fucking with.”

Kingston moans from the bedroom. “Not fair, Mael!”

I see movement out of the corner of my eye and turn my head, still panting, to find Bailey watching me from where he’s leaning against the wall. He doesn’t smell at all like an omega now. I vividly recall the hot scent that screamed at me to take some.

Now, he smells better, richer. That apple pie with less vanilla and more spice. He makes my mouth water.

It’s the first time we’ve seen each other since his heat.

“She saved us!” Kingston says and stalks out. He’s got no top on, just a long chain with various charms hanging around his neck. I recognise the cat I made him in metal work. He’s still got it?

I stare at the charm, my throat tight and feeling like I’m unable to speak. Mael slowly opens his arms, allowing me to stagger back.

“She saved us how?” Bailey unfolds himself.

Kingston wraps himself around me and walks me towards Bailey.

“Tell them how many people you killed to keep Bailey safe in his nest.”

I press my lips together as blue-green eyes gleam with interest. “You stayed?”

“She ran herself haggard going back and forth,” Mael says quietly. “Needed an IV bag.”

I curse Dot in my head, but I can’t take my eyes off Bailey. He approaches, gliding with far too much similarity to Kingston’s cat.

“Did you kill for me?” His soft drawl has a direct line to my ovaries.

I gasp.

Bailey is toxic. He’s poison. I’m unable to fight it as he leans in, ghost his lips down the side of my face. This house will forever feel like this now, overheated, over sexed, and potently undoing all my resolve.

“How many?”

“Four,” I whisper. “They were trying to break in. I killed them and then I called your dad.”

Bailey moans and shuffles closer, his hands finding my hips and dragging up my body, leaving me shivering and gasping.

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