Page 241 of Bliss & Her Idols

“How many songs do I need to sing in your honor for you to design me a new outfit?” He breathed.

My brother patted him on the shoulder. “Promise to never hurt my sister, and I’ll design you an entire new wardrobe.”

Now, Jin looks like he’s trying to pull Torin out of a grumpy mood, which is a common occurrence.

Also common, is how much Torin is enjoying being dragged back to our bedroom, while pretending not to be. He’s dressed in a casual pair of jeans and a limited edition Jin band t-shirt.

He rarely wears suits or formal wear when he doesn’t have to.

Torin is such a dominant Alpha that he doesn’t need suits to emphasize who the Head Alpha is.

“Zero isn’tplaying truant,” Jin is protesting. “He’s working hard on a mission.”

“He’s working hard on something,” Torin mutters. “Called Piper.”

“Us Idols are persistent when we fall in love. I wrote love letters to my Omega for years. I courted you by singing your songs. And my female Omega…?” Jin winks at me. “How many people can say that they were won in front of millions in a TV show?”

Cricket and I exchange a glance.

“Don’t you think that it’s time two Omegas hunted their Beta and Alpha?” I whisper.

The lingering sadness clears from Cricket’s expression, as I’d hoped, and instead, wickedness shines in his eyes.

He’s fully corrupted by us now.

I take pride in that.

Together, we crawl to the end of the bed and push ourselves off. We prowl toward our men.

I separate Jin with a light growl from his Alpha like a wolf herding sheep.

Jin shivers, as his pupils dilate. He allows himself to be backed toward the wardrobe and the mistletoe.

It’s times like this that the size difference between Cricket and Torin is startlingly obvious, as Cricket stalks up to the man who is a head taller than he is.

Torin’s lips quirk. “Want something, mo stoirin?”

“You,” Cricket replies boldly.

Torin’s eyes flash, before he reaches up to snatch down a bunch of mistletoe. Then he picks Cricket up under one arm and carries him back to the bed.

Cricket struggles for one moment at the role reversal. “Hey, I was hunting you.”

“Unfortunately for you, this Alpha is the hunter.” Torin sprawls with his back against the headboard like he isn’t manhandling an Omega onto his lap at the same time.

I watch in amusement.

Then Torin holds the mistletoe above his head. “Do you want to try again?”

Cricket smooths down his jacket, before giving up and diving on Torin.

He kisses him, deep and claiming and with a need to prove that right now, he’s alive.

Taken by surprise at Cricket’s passion, Torin drops the mistletoe. Then he raises his hands to Cricket’s shoulders. He allows Cricket to lead, gently caressing his shoulders, massaging the tension out of him.

Jin glances up at the mistletoe above his own head, before relaxing underneath it, as if he’s posing for a model shoot. “Oh, look. An innocent Beta beneath mistletoe. It’s an open invitation. Anything could happen.”

“Anything like this.” I seal Jin’s lips with mine.

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