Page 56 of In Deep
“I don’t want to … I’m just …” His words confuse me. I can’t follow his reasoning.
His lips brush against my neck, so faintly, I blink, unsure if I imagined it.
“You think it wise to walk half-naked through a house full of alphas, Omega?”
I swallow, close my eyes. My gland aches. But he lifts his mouth from my neck and brings it close to the shell of my ear.
“Get … back … to … bed, Omega,” he growls. When I don’t move, he steps back. “Go!” he barks and I jolt so hard I almost drop the glass.
I spin quickly, trying not to look his way, although my eyes are drawn to him anyway. He’s slunk back into the shadows, his face bathed in darkness, but I see the rise and fall of his shoulders, the tension in his body.
I snap my gaze from him and hurry from the room, almost stumbling on the stairs in my bid to get away.
Back in Zane’s room, I shut the door and breathe, sucking in the scents of Zane and Duncan, cinnamon and grass, trying to flush the other one away. It’s hopeless. He’s in my mouth and on my tongue and no matter how many mouthfuls of water I gulp, I can’t flush it away.
I climb back into bed and, sandwiched between my alphas, I eventually fall back to sleep.
My dreams are fitful. I’m being watched. A heavy gaze pressing down on me wherever I go. A scent clogging my throat. Words in my ear.I don’t want you.
It’s all such a tangle that by the morning I’m unsure what is real and what isn’t. Did I dream that encounter in the kitchen?
So I don’t tell Zane and I don’t tell Duncan. I have no desire to be part of a pack. If Seb doesn’t like me, it’s no skin off my nose.
But if he hopes to drive me away, I’m not that easily intimidated. I’ve been fighting for what I want for too long to be deterred by one grumpy alpha.
No matter how fierce his growl.
Chapter 19
Iend up back in Zane or Duncan’s bed every night that week, and my arse has never had so much attention. It’s been kissed, fingered and stretched, and despite everything I would’ve believed, I’ve loved every minute if it. Loudly.
When I’m in bed with these men, I can’t help myself. The noises they force from me are raw and untamed. I know it drives them wild, so I make no attempt to be quiet.
The other alphas in the house must hear me. And that, I admit, is part of the appeal. I want them to hear. I want them to imagine me. I want Seb to know I’m not afraid of him.
I don’t admit these thoughts to Zane and Duncan, but they seem to guess them.
“I think you are a little exhibitionist, sugar,” Zane says, nipping my nipple between his teeth.
“I am?” I say, flat out on my back after another session with both my alphas.
“Definitely. I think you like to be watched and I think you like to be heard.”
“I like it when you watch me, or when Duncan watches me.” I peer at Zane on one side of me and then at Duncan on the other.
“I also think you like the others in this house to hear you, wee yin.”
My cheeks redden and they both chuckle.
“Caught red cheeked.” Zane touches my face with a hiss.
“Maybe have some mercy on our poor pack mates, though,” Duncan mutters. “Ollie says you’ve been driving him insane with all your begging and pleading.”
“Really?” I think of the beautiful alpha with his caramel eyes and long blonde hair, and I bite my lip.
“Ahh,” says Zane. “I think she likes that idea.”
“Perhaps,” I say, shrugging one shoulder.
