Page 131 of Bliss & Her Idols

“Clear.” Then I moaned, as Torin thrust up into me, at the same time as Cricket sucked a love bite against my tattoo.

Bliss.

This morning, tiny black bikinis and shorts were delivered by staff along with the instruction to wear them for the second task.

Confused, we dressed in them.

Our feet were bare.

When we were led out with the other contestants from our corridor to this pool, I was relieved at least to see that everyone was wearing the same as my pack were.

I dread how we’re going to be made to perform for the next task.

Will our dancing involve swimming somehow? I may have a chance at that.

Torin looks confident as well.

At least my men’s asses look gorgeous in the tight shorts. I also won’t grow tired of seeing Torin’s gorgeous nipple piercings glisten in the sun.

Piper will instantly bond with Torin over his piercings.

Piper will appreciate the hidden side to Torin, which feels like an attempt to break free from the restraints of his elite pack, or else, claim back autonomy of his own body, after he was sent to Ireland.

Does his Head Alpha even know about them?

Well, she does now.

Fuck the Idol’sbrand.

I wave to Leah and Sawyer, who are standing on the opposite side of the pool with their arms around each other’s waists.

They appear happy and relaxed. They raise their drinks in greeting.

It’s great to have some allies in this.

How many Omegas and Alphas are there like Leah and Sawyer all around America? Are they secret resistance members or simply people who are being moved to change?

Our liberal side is winning.

“I can’t swim.” Cricket eyes the pool with the same fright as he did the instruments yesterday.

Sometimes, I forget just how isolated Cricket was living in the forest with his pack. The world must be terrifying, which Cricket has thrown himself into for Jin’s sake.

Yet Cricket is taking on these extreme experiences for the sake of our entire pack.

I admire how he’s facing not only his fears but such change.

After this mission, I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing my Omega the joy of the world, as well as making happy memories with him.

Cricket lies next to me, already bronzing under the bright sunshine. His freckles stand out even more prettily across his nose and cheeks.

I run my hands down his trembling arms.

I squint against the unrelenting sun. There’s no shade out here on the terrace.

The sharp, fresh scent of the pine forests settles around me like a mist.

Then suddenly, I remember how I’d rescued Cricket: His dad dunking him face first into the freezing water, while he thrashed desperately.

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